[angie17]

When I woke up that night after this horrible dream I could still feel this anxiety in every part of my body. It was about 4am and a heavy thunderstorm was going on outside which surprised me as summer had just begun and this was not what you would call a summer night at all.
For the rest of the night I was unable to go back to sleep again because that dream had scared the shit out of me even though I normally couldn´t be bothered easily by such things as a stupid little dream. And that was exactly what confused me. I was sure there had to be a deeper meaning behind this.
I finally managed to get some sleep at 6 in the morning but already one hour later I got woken up by the annoying sound of alarm that I had set accidentally the night before.
I literally felt like dead and all I wanted was to stay in bed, pressing my pillow against my ears so I wouldn´t hear that damn alarm. As it didn´t stop ringing I angrily got up and turned it off. "Friggin´alarm...!" I muttered to myself.All of a sudden I felt really sick and rushed to the bathroom as fast as I could. "Poor girl, what´s up with you?", my mom asked me as I came out of the bathroom after a while "I don´t really know.. I just didn´t sleep very well last night", I replied , which was true. I really didn´t know the reason why I felt so bad, so I figured I had simply eaten too much the evening before and I blamed the thunderstorm for my bad dream.
But the feeling something was hauntig me still didn´t go away after I had taken a shower and tried to calm down a bit by doing some yoga. Normally this always helped when I was feeling anxious or moody but this time it didn´t work. I was also really sleep deprived and I knew I really needed some sleep but to me it didn´t seem a real option as I was somehow afraid that dream would come back again.
My mother had already gone to worl as well as my dad had. They were working most of the time and only at home on weekendes and in the evening. They didn´t do this because they were like some career obsessed peole but because they wanted the best for our family. Wages weren´t really that high and so you had to work a lotif you wanted to make ends meet.
As it was July summer holidays had just begun and I could basically do whatever I wanted. Grade 11 had been exhausting enough and I was glad to get out of school after the folowing year.
But I didn´t feel like doing anything that day. It was as if I had a big hangover although I hadn´t drunk anything. When I looked in the mirror I saw an extremely pale face and I looked like a corpse, to be honest. "Fuck! What have I done to deserve this?" I asked myself when I started feeling sick again...