A Tired Writer

I lay in bed when sudden spurts of inspiration take form inside my mind.
Letters swirl around until they form a word.
Create a sentence.
Inspire a new form.

It’s dark
I open my eyes-
I repeat the thought over and over again….

Dammit, I’m tired.
I’m not getting up.
The light is too far.
The phone is across the room.
I close my eyes again-

And just like that the thought goes away….
Why do the best ideas come to me in bed?


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