Her eyes opened, revealing a thread of light across her face. She squinted as the ribbon moved from view while she shielded her eyes. For a moment, she considered it was morning and checked the time, wondering what happened to her alarm. It was nearly an hour before she was meant to wake. Begrudgingly, she got out of bed to close the heavy drape on the orange glow of a streetlamp. She laid back down into her nest of blankets and pillows and closed her eyes, not able to return to the sleep she once had. She felt awake. Sleep had taken her all that it could. She rested her body in the warmth and softness around her. She recalled fits of dreams; bits and pieces that no longer held a visual in her mind, but left her with a feeling instead. For the first time in days, she was relieved of anxiety. Instead, she felt calm, whole, and loved. The answers weren't always clear when she dug deep. Usually, they rested at the surface, keen to be obvious if she were to take the time to notice. Hands deep in sticky dough, she remembered a previous conversation. It had come to her mind only to analyze what she had said, in terms of regret, and what it had meant once it was said. She failed to see the answer was so simply put. She had already done the work, she only needed to thaw it and use it. She laughed, unable to contain herself. Constantly tripping over her own feet. The ground was always right in front of her and she remembered that fact, perhaps it was always to be there when her feet found it. The answers were hilariously obvious, if she would only just allow life to happen rather than stop and scrutinize the obscure. If only it were easy to let go and enjoy the free fall, but her heart pounds with anxiety, ending the thought.
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