I had a really, really terrible dream... All I remember is that I got pregnant and had a child, a little baby girl named Annalee. But I was too young... I had a mental breakdown. Unresponsive to little Annalee, void of any kind of emotion, I let her die... And then Annalee's father and I were at the beach. It was storming. We were so close to the water. He handed Annalee to me. I glanced down at her. All her skin's color had washed out. I felt nothing towards her--just numbness. A huge wave came. Instinctively I raised little Annalee up. The freezing water crashed around us. As it receded, I remembered Annalee was dead. I got up and started walking toward the water. I walked right into the storming sea and tried to drown myself and the baby. They saved me... Little dead Annalee was lost in the sea.

I'm sorry that's so graphic. It had a profound effect on me. I want to write a story about it. I have ideas for it and everything, but I'm not a story-writer. Short stories, perhaps, but not novels... I wish I were a story-writer.

-Stephanie

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