Panic

Panic. It rises up, making your tummy squirm and twist. Your heart pumps and your eyes stretch wide. Every noise, every twitch that you think you see is the most immense, creepy thing in the world. Why is is this feeling so fresh in my memory? What makes me feel this way? Last night I looked at my window (1:00 A.M-ish) and my blackout shades had been pulled open a little. Outside my window there's a bush. The way this bush was shaped it made me see a Barbie with a nurse cap on and super moonlight pale skin and a white, knee length dress. She had long, voluminous white-blond curls that reached just past her hips. Okay. Maybe my imagination made some of that up last night. But it was still creepy!!!!