Grand ideas, madcap schemes and ludicrous thoughts must always come to me in my sleep.
It’s like that restful state brought upon by sleep unlocks them all and they roam free unchecked, unguarded and unabated in my head.
Whilst I float between the cusp of the unconscious and conscious, these rampant thoughts, emotions and images crystallise and come to a stand still.
My eyes fly open.
Blinking non-stop, as if the action itself will ensure that I grasp each and every thought.
Then I pause.
Furrow my brows.
Breathe.
Then it hits me.
I know what I need to do.
It is a moment of such clarity that to disregard, deny or denounc it would seem like an act of injustice.
But then here is my challenge:
Am I brave enough to follow through?
