This is a one shot of the emotional turmoil that wracked me tonight as I lay in bed dreaming one of my many stories of a world I know can never truly be. As I lay in bed playing out a new story idea I suddenly felt like what's the point? My negative attitude intruded on my happy story as I felt like it was just a futile attempt to make myself happy in the world we're forced to live in. And the worst part is that when the story is over I feel equally as sad as the story made me happy while I was playing it out.