the day is done, so gone the sun...

My teeth are brushed. I'm ready for bed. I've done my 2000 words for NaNo for the day (42,600 words).

My eyeballs are feeling a little gritty and my eyelids are too heavy to keep open any longer.

And yet, I feel like there's something missing from my day; something that I haven't done, something that hasn't been said. It's as though something lies unfinished beneath the covering of the day and I can't quite pinpoint what it is.

I don't know - something. Like a ghost limb, there, but not.