(Post made for my records, left open for others to read on the offchance things are more serious than I believe)
Breathe…. breathe…. breathe…. “so this is what it feels like when its all over”… breathe… breathe… breathe…
And so I woke. My body tingling, pins and needles all over. Jumping around, trying to ward off the reaper. Shaking.
You don’t think straight when that happens, wrenched from slumber unexpectedly. That was two hours ago, so I’m guessing any immediate danger has gone now. I’m still somewhat wary of the idea of sleeping again, because, despite it all, I don’t want to let go yet.
I’m hoping this was just a panic attack of some kind brought on by too many peppers or project meetings.
I need a change of context.
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