All a fire needs to get started is some oxygen, some fuel, and a spark.
Oxygen, check.
Fuel, double check.
And right now, all I need is the spark to set me off.
Set me off into a roaring bonfire. Help me set these pages on fire. A torch to guide me through the darkness.

The moon paints the sky sterling silver as my computer screen stares angry-white at me. To the north, the horizon was being bombarded by a constant silent barrage of heat lightning. The fog creeps its way across the field, inching that much closer each minute. And so the World spins on and another second slips by like so much sand from my grasp. My tired eyes glance through cheap sunglasses out into the darkness that is my backyard. Bleak obscurity takes hold and everything vanishes.

When I wake, the birds are chirping and singing the way they always do at five in the morning. The question 'Have I lost it?' seems to reverberate through the walls of my mind. The answer that always follows 'You can't lose something you never had.'

The words fly outside my grasp.

Could I trouble you for a light? Or perhaps lightning will strike, but that is about as productive watching the grass grow.