Writing in the dark

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, and have an urge to write. The words come to me after repeating over and over in my head while I was asleep. It flows for hours, then suddenly stops, as if a faucet was closed. My eyes then grow heavy, and I hunker back down for the second half of my night's sleep.

I go to work in the morning with more words in my head, repeating them over and over as I labor so as not to forget the gems. When I get home I run to the computer and jot down my thoughts; then I nap, knowing that I will once again be up during the darkest hours, unable to sleep, writing like a madman.