Writerland Calamity

It’s one in the morning
and I turn to face the window
Betwixt sleep and wake
And the most brilliant idea
Wafts through my mind-
Best idea I ever thought
Best  book I could have ever written
Rises from my snores
So consumed with the notion
I don’t move.
Its too magnificent not to recall.
Three in the morning
A creaking jarrs
But in seconds I settle
Back into slumber
And the most amazing idea
Floats in front of my mind
ten times better
than the one that I forgot
My drooping eyelids flutter
Yet my phone, my phone is
on the other side of the earth
Right outside my grasp
I’m pleased that this concept
since it is indeed the grandest thing
will surely roll around my mind
for the next two hours.
So I scribble nothing down.
Five in the morning
The alarm blares, fire!
I yawn and stretch
I pee and shower
But its gone. I close my eyes- gone.
All of it disappeared.
No memory but I must write!
This is not one of those ideas.
This was the best that I could do, pre coffee.
Fuck.