The Nighttime Nor'easter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
A descriptive short story detailing what it is like to deal with anxiety especially at night time while trying to fall asleep.

Submitted: April 13, 2015

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Submitted: April 13, 2015



I see a storm brewing on the horizon.

It doesn’t take long before the winds carry the ominous clouds toward me and my anticipation is negated entirely. Whatever prefix blockade I’ve set in my mind gets cast asunder. All my preparations to fight off the relentless shroud of dark skies and howling winds are depleted in a matter of minutes. The storm grows thicker and lightning lights the darkness for a mere second before the crack of thunder ensues, punctuating the hopeless moment of light.

I raise my arm so that the rain does not blind my vision and try to combat the tireless advances, Mother Nature has so precisely aimed towards me. My well being is threatened every millisecond and no matter what I do the storm continues to grow. I get disoriented in the darkness and lose myself. Though I reassure myself that this will all pass, it’s hard to believe it in the moment.

Surely the sky will open and sunlight will flood my shrunken eyes and it will be morning. Birds will chirp to remind me that it’s a new day and things are brighter. But for what feels like an eternity, I am stuck in the swirling gusts and churning waters, ever drowning in my own thoughts. The moments of panic where the last breathe of oxygen sinks into my lungs and I am dragged under the endless ocean.

I sink and sink until I hear a strange noise. A bird chirps. I let my eyes open fully expecting the burn of salt water only to see light flooding into my room. I get out of bed and rub my tired eyes.

Another day, surely it will be better.

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