My Bubble.

There was a niggling sense of unease.

Call it intuition, a gut feeling of sorts, or what you may, I don't like it a single bit when that feeling arises and settles overhead.

Because, I am usually right.

An epiphany would unravel and justify that queasy knot in my stomach.

And if what I think will happen is going to take shape, then, -sigh- what can I say?

You know what they say about blowing bubbles - They'll pop when it's Time.

Please, don't burst Mine.

Promise? =(