I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.
I have some profound thoughts after I lay my head on the pillow. As I drift into sleep I form ideas that are inspiring. I think, I will write about this tomorrow. I fall asleep. I promptly forget.
Too bad, because I clearly remember that last night I thought of something great and now it will never hit the printed page. The Pulitzer of Blogs will never be mine and all because my inspiration is my head upon a pillow at the end of a tiring day and not the rising sun at the beginning of the tiring day.
I could keep pen and paper at my bedside, but I fear all that would accomplish is a chasing away of brilliant thoughts and sleep as I stirred to wakefulness. Therefor the world will never know how insightful my bedtime musings are.
It's probably a good thing that my nighttime musing fade away with the coming of dawn. I would be disappointed to find that they weren't so brilliant after all. This way, I will forever be able to believe the most profound thinking I possess is done as I drift into the comfort of sleep.