After drinking his cup of warm milk, getting cozy between his sheets and having blow his candle to finally go to sleep; a thunder lighted the room and the storm broke.
He stayed on his bed, enjoying the sounds and lights the storm made, while he tried to sleep, he started to get the best ideas ever; but since he was so tired and his bed was so cozy he didn't get up to write them down because he thought he would remember them the following day.
The next day, when the sun came out, there wasn't any trace left from the storm of last night, and when he woke up, all his ideas, just like the storm, had gone away with it.
The end.
