Pangs.

Elixir of rejuvenate, these thick, dark drops of sleep have stained perspective with a clarifying hue. Washing away the confusion, and leaving the fresh taste of jubilee, it is with an excited and happy mind that I wake. Now roused, the craving for creation rumbles in my belly, a hunger that can only I can satisfy. And so my task lies set before me. All I must do is answer the call.