My greatest fears.

I don't like to be home alone. (not that I am right now, so creepy people, be warned, I have a gun... and a dog... yeah, a BIG, ANGRY dog). As nice as it is to sleep diagonally on the bed with both pillows, I have somewhat irrational fears. One of my biggest fears started a long time ago, likely around the time that my parents started leaving my brother and I home alone. It seems to me that I have always been afraid that while I am sleeping, someone will break into my house and cut my achilles tendons. I don't know why, so don't ask. Interestingly, this fear can be alleviated merely by sleeping with my feet under the covers (apparently would-be-achilles-tendon-cutters are foiled by a blanket).

I think my facination with shows like Criminal Minds and CSI combined with an overactive imagination has given me extra creativity when freaking myself out about the gruesome way I will most likely die. Recently a new fear has surfaced. After having a baby and introducing the baby monitor to my life, I picture myself sitting awake in bed, reading, while a raspy voice eminates from the monitor... "I have your baby... come and get her." Hey Criminal Minds writers... I think you should use that as an opening... sure gives me the willies.

I wonder if I need psychiatric help.