trying to remember what i almost heard

one of the best things about writing is thinking of a line in the middle of the night and getting up to write it down. i always fall back to sleep excited to look at it in the morning, and pretty proud of myself for actually getting up to get a pen.

so last night i did this: i wrote a line in a half-sleep state and about an hour later i flailed my arm in a full-sleep state and i spilled a glass of water all over everything, including my face/pillow. the line got wet and totally fucking blurred. i can't read it. i don't remember what it was, because my memory is a complete wasteland.

this might be a metaphor for something.