He traded and drank and told about his hunting trip, which had been inconsequential except that a mountain lion had followed him for three days and at night he had to wake every hour and build up the fire to keep the lion backed off in the dark, for otherwise it was hard to sleep with the yellow eyes staring at him. 

Charles Frazier, from his novel Thirteen Moons.

Wow! Inconsequential except for the darn mountain lion sizing up dinner. I don't think I'd sleep very well. 

With any luck you will might find it hard to sleep because a song is hunting you through out the night. Keeping you tossing and turning, tangled up in your covers. Hungry verses begging you to bring them to life, poking you with words shaped like spoons and forks. A monster chorus snapping at your face with needle sharp lyrics. You can feel spittle hitting your cheeks and static charged breath exciting your nose. Don't keep building up the fire to keep it away.

Fill the coffee cup with midnight black and let the words escape from the pencil.

These are always keepers.