All that is left is the axolotl

[pensnest]

As I lay in bed this morning, a story came to me, cute, sweet, short, Nick/Brian. I refined it, worded it carefully, and thought, that'll be nice, a happy little ficlet to start the day. So I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. After I washed and dried my face, I realised the story had gone. Completely. All that I can remember is the axolotl.

That's so frustrating.