Do you ever have those moments where it's late at night, and you're watching or reading something incredibly stimulating and suddenly you have a stroke of genius?

Well, at least I'm sort of certain it's genius. Hear me out. This is how it went down:

It was about 10.30 at night when I realized that not only had I not written at all that day, but a new video loosely relating to the story that I hadn't touched was out. So, I set out to watch it (as any curious mind, such as myself would).

The end of the video came and as I thought of what was said, I glanced down at the cup of water in my hands. The house was silent as my parents had gone to bed, and I sat alone in our living room. The lack of sound seemed to penetrate my soul as I continued to contemplate on what was said, but something didn't seem quite right in the world. It was as though reality had melted away and I was left in an dark and imagined world, but no details were visible.

It came as a single word.

While no utterance came from my true surroundings, a resounding scream penetrated my thoughts. I instantly recognized the voice of my own character as I had come to imagine her. Her voice pleaded with someone, I hadn't known who, pleaded 'No' into the silence.

I had no idea where I wanted to take the story at the time. But, from that one word, my heart began to race and my thought whirled around me as though a storm on the high seas had kicked up. Ideas and pathways opened up before me, and the entire trilogy seemed to fall in place. The ending that I had been struggling with since the beginning finally worked itself out.

The problem?

It remained out of reach. I knew it lie just there on the horizon, but it was distant. My subconscious worked quicker than I did, and before I had time to filter through the seemingly endless array of possibilities that lay before me, a clear path set forth.

Vague concepts that had been rattling around for ages locked into place, and suddenly and entire story was within my grasp. It was beautiful. From there, I have only to create the world in which it happened.

Now, of course, this doesn't typically happen to me, and there's a high probability that it's simply the sleep-induced thoughts of a deprived teen, but for all it was worth, I think it's an experience that'll stick with me now.

I just wanted to share that weird thing with y'all -- mostly to help me remember what had clicked with me (my memory works in odd ways) -- but I thought it was cool and from there I can only hope it gets better.

But, in all seriousness, it probably was just me being so tired on a school night, but I'll take what I can get.

Architect out.