With less than a week to finish my write up, the nights have been less than kind to my sleep. Already, the dreams are a vivid reflection of my fears and the dawning twilight finds me restless and awake, unrested from a poor excuse for sleep the night before.
I am scared I’ll crumble in the final moments. But there is nothing I can do to stop this moment’s endgame. It is now or never. Hurtling down towards the chosen deadline. We’ll just have to see how things play out.
We’ll just have to wait and see how this chapter ends.
How can you not be so scared?