Okay, so I posted my story A Child's Dream on Ficlets.com. I'd had the story rattling around in my head and, usually, when that happens, I write it down and *POOF*, it's gone. Like an exorcism, except my head doesn't spin around.

Well, not this time. I wrote that story over 6 hours ago, and it's still plaguing me. Why?! It's a sad little story, but the longer it stays locked away inside my brain, the more depressed I'm becoming. It's to the point where I had dinner because I knew I had to eat (I'm a type II diabetic), not because I was hungry. Why has this story taken hold of me?

I know part of it is the nature of the story. My greatest fear in this world is that my son, through one circumstance or another, will be left alone. That terrifies me. But I know it's an irrational fear and that the odds of it happening are very slim.

But that doesn't explain this grip it has on my psyche. It's driving me nuts. I'm starting to get a headache because I'm so tense about this.

Well, I'm off work in 1hr 20mins. Maybe after I go home and get some sleep, things will be better.

Hopefully, tonight I'll be able to write a more up-beat story. The last thing I need is for my fiance to come home and find me a big ol' ball of jitters.

Gods, I hate my imagination some days.