Having lived a jam packed, adrenaline fuelled 48 hours, this evening I dozed off in the armchair around 9 p.m. I have finally crawled into my lovely soft, warm bed and in the space between waking and arriving here I have woken up and now have a switched on mind, tumbling through all its pictures and thoughts.
I could close my eyes. I am tired enough to create dreams and sleep. I also know these precious thoughts may not be rolling through my mind tomorrow.
Before I sleep I need to capture these moments and images. Splurge the contents of my mind machine on paper.
Poetry will come from it. Tomorrow’s words.
Always write out from waking moments.
Goodnight.
awritersfountain 
Indeed! I have been doing some of this from time to time.
Hope muse isn’t making your sleep too patchy.