sleep tight

The creative genius might as well be some goblin-like creature. If it is, I'm sure mine lives underneath my bed, blurting out thoughts into my mind. I'm also sure it has its peek of insights right around the time I lay in bed to sleep. But I'm always too tired, too lazy and, dare I say, too stunned to turn on the lights, pick up my pen and paper (which, by the way, are already next to my pillow) and write. Since I don't trust my memory, couldn't I just record it instead?

Maybe I should tell him to visit me some other time. Come back later; bring it on during the day. Whisper all you want then, no harm done. But no, he figures now is better! Now that I've got some hours of sleep planned, which are, in fact, decreasing by the minute. I can't afford to lay awake all night. I would if I could, but I just can't. Nah, what's the point? He definitely would be too stubborn to listen. I guess he finds it all very amusing!

Fortunately, I never do find the cojones to say "shut up"!
Lights are on, hands gripping a pen...