Worst Fear I slink into your house in the dead of night. Though night may have fallen I can tell you are wide awake, sat typing on your laptop. Tap. Tap. Tap. That noise must stop. I'm in the same room as you now. You don't notice of course, no one ever does. The glow of your laptop increases as I grow closer. Happy and peaceful are the words I would use to describe you in that moment of time. Oh how good it will be when that changes. I'm behind you now, yet you still don't realise. I reach up and grasp your head. This is it, I have you now. So few have escaped my grasp when I have started. Only if my arch enemy appears can you escape, but their appearance if highly unlikely. My power is starting to take hold. Your typing is starting to slow, your face contorts to one of frustration. I win. I am your worst enemy, as I am the worst enemy of poets, bloggers, and writers of all kind. I am their biggest fear when a dead line is drawing close. I am writers block, and I have you in my grasp.