Right before falling asleep, in the middle of the silence and quietness the night has, an idea bursts in your mind. Overwhelming flow or colours and shapes smoothly taking the form you’ve been conciously trying to decipher for hours, it seems more like a cruel and subtle gift reluctantly offered by your sub conconcious rather than a spark of genius creativity.
Now matter what it really is, you only have a few seconds to catch with any net made of words you occur to have at your hand’s reach before it vanishes as your tireness persuades you to dream.
“Real common-sense school rule: Avoid teacher flattering. Most won’t event take it and no classmate will ever support you.”—The Great and Glorious Book of School Wisdom from Witty Students to Noob Freshmen, a.k.a. My Head