I wait patiently. Will today will be the day you think me? I am an idea; your idea. But the sequence of events and the train of thought that will lead you to me are of such infinite numbers I fear we will never meet. I am destined to be yours, but what if someone else thinks of me first - will I be silently stolen? I know there are thought thieves out there, I could be plucked from the ether and morphed into someone else’s trophy. Please hurry, imagine me. Think me and turn me into a reality.