I have a nasty habit of closing my eyes and having design come to me. I don't know if it is the blank canvas that is the back of my lids? Or the turning off of distractions around me? But I inevitably wake up at a devilishly dark hour with a stroke of brilliance.
This morning it was 3:41.
I finally gave in and rose at 4:40.
Tea in hand I type.
1/2 a tea in hand I sketch.
At least my brain wakes me up so I don't miss these moments. I just wish they happened when my eyes were already functioning.