I sit there, waiting for a light to come into my head. But then nothing comes out, no light, no ideas, just blank darkness. I get stressed and upset and I end up going to sleep, being upset with myself. But when I sleep, I dream...I dream of events and story lines that are my own, that when I wake up I don't hesitate to grab my phone or get on my laptop and right everything to the best of my memory. I want to make sure that my stories or anything I write can be seen by people who I believe would love it.