He had stopped reading, turned his kindle off, turned the light off, and tried to go to sleep.
His mind wouldnâ€™t stop. He was having ideas for what to write for his next drabble. There were lots of strands, ideas about writing on subjects he knew about and was interested in.
Then he had a story flash into his mind and he counted the words in his head. He had about ninety, which was great he could work with that. Heâ€™d write it down when he got up in the morning.
The morning came.
If only he couldâ€™ve remembered it!