She was dreaming.
And then she was awake.
She was wide awake by the third ring of her alarm clock, because that was how her anxiety work.
Her mind immediately thought of things that she needed to do for the day.
She once again looked at her clock, hurled her blankets aside and went to wash herself.
She went through the day constantly worrying, thinking anytime now she will make a mistake. When it was time to go home, she let out a huge sigh of relief, grateful that she made it through the day without messing up.
She went home, turned away from all her social devices, preferred to spend the night escaping reality with movies and books.
As the clock ticked away, she sighed. Wishing the evening would not end.
But the evening ended, and she went to bed, dreading the morning that will start her anxiety all over again.
