I woke up in the middle of the night last night. It wasn’t from a nightmare or the need to pee. Instead, in a fit of innovative dreaming, I had created two new words.
I am completely cognizant that this is not normal behavior. Nor have I heard of it ever happening to anyone else. But there I was, fast asleep, when the words came to me. It was like two twinkies thrown at high velocity towards your face by a well-meaning father.
I sat up like a slingshot, eyes wide open from the “ah-ha” moment. My husband, who is a reasonably light sleeper, turned over.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” I said, blindly reaching to my messy bedside table, trying to find my phone on its charger. I needed to write these down before I forgot. Pronto.