A 4 oclock splurge

Yesterday morning (4am to be exact!) I was suddenly awoke by something I can only describe as an uninvited electric shock in my chest, you know, like the ones they use in hospital to resuscitate someone. "Stand clear" BANG, i felt like i'd just had a car crash! In fact, when I first opened my eyes I saw the figure of a sitting girl, whom I didn't know, crouching next to my bed, as if she was in the passenger seat of the car i'd just crashed. When I blinked she was gone, she must have been the remnants of my dream. Through the next few seconds as I became rapidly awake (which is rare! I'm not a morning person and it takes me ages to stir) a channel of bright white light poured in through my chest. It felt so good and before I knew it I was wide awake, with my bedside light on wondering what the hell had just happened to me! I was due at work at 8am and thought maybe I should try and go back to sleep but I was curious to hear the ideas out that were forming rapidly in my mind, like a bit of water would to a tub of bicarb, the bubbles were rising, forming clusters, cells, whole communities of hustling, bustling creation on the surface of my brain. Damn!! Paper! Quick!!! I pulled on some joggers, ran downstairs and hadn't even made my first cup of tea before I had a pretty impressive sprawl of notes, diagrams, drawings and lists in front of me. My rug was no longer visible, and as I went through to the kitchen at quarter to 7 to make my first cup of tea, the pang of breakfast hunger in my stomach was temporarily replaced with a huge pang of excitement. This was gonna be brilliant I thought! Then my stomach rumbled again and I was quickly distracted by a big mug of tea and a pile of hot toast. Women you say? Fickle? Never.