This morning I awoke to a new story idea brought about by a dream. This always seems to happen during the start of the third week of NaNoWriMo. Cannot divulge too much of my dream but here are a few lines I wrote down to remind myself (and holy crap, it has rhymes).

Neither wrath nor Djinn
I stand at the the end
Life has passed me by
As I lay down to die
But breath granted anew
I rise like sweet dew
To greet new night
In full moonlight