You have been up so long thinking so hard. You finish and you get a soda to celebrate. But you fall asleep before getting far into. You sleep for hours and hours. Strange dreams, cool, exciting, disturbing. When you wake up your newly finished book is missing. You where sure you left it on the table, but your memory of the last day or two is hazy. You never find that book. Not until you see it in the best seller's book stand under someone elses name. The Bastard! You worked so hard on it too.