(Is this modern fantasy? I have no idea as to where it really should be, seeing as there is no mythology category...) Melpomene slammed the door behind her and pressed her back against it, panting for breath and sweating as if she had just run a marathon, which might be true. The damned monster nearly revealed her true identity to the humans, and that would mean punishment from her lord Apollo, the guardian of the muses. "Damn that serpent!" she muttered, "if it weren't for its oh-so-timely appearance, I would have finished grocery-shopping by now!" She straightened up and composed herself, taking a deep breath before heading to her office to reply to those who needed tragic inspirations from her. As she was typing, she noticed that all was quiet. The others were probably still out and enjoying their free day. She was so jealous that she almost cried; breaks did not come around all the time, possibly twice a month, and she has been looking forward to this day for so long! Frustrated, she replied one last time and stormed off to her room, throwing herself on the bed and staring at the ceiling, all the while cursing the serpent for ruining her day.