You feel the anxiety creep in, early in the morning without any real reason.
The shortness of breath is happening now.
Take a look at your hands, they're shaking.
Whatever is, survive today. You leave, go out the door. Count the steps and control your breathing. How could you let this emerge?
Feel the icey air. Let it consume you. Fill your lungs all at once.
You enter your world of magic when your eyes glaze over the words printed on an old book you have and all the worries fade away.
And that, is how you cope with the real world is it not?
Bela
