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.
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?