DREAMBOUND

Fragments of Fear

POV: Moralk

As night fell, I felt all jittery about the hangout coming up. My room was a mess, and I promised myself I'd clean it up first thing tomorrow. But now, I can't stop stressing. What if people judged me for the mess? And I was nervous about what to say. What if I said something dumb?

But now, I have to focus on getting through tomorrow. I had to clean up, get ready for the hangout, and try not to freak out too much. Tomorrow will be a new day.

The next morning rolled around, and I groggily dragged myself out of bed, ready to face the day ahead. The first thing on my agenda? Tackling the disaster zone that was my room. Armed with determination and a trash bag, I set to work, determined to whip the chaos into shape before my guests arrived.

Hours flew by in a blur of cleaning supplies and frantic tidying, but gradually, order began to emerge from the clutter. With each discarded item and every surface wiped clean, a sense of accomplishment bloomed within me, banishing the lingering doubts that had plagued me the night before.

By the time the afternoon sun cast its warm glow through the window, my room was transformed. The floors were swept, the surfaces gleamed, and even the bed was made with military precision. I stepped back, surveying my handiwork with a sense of pride. Maybe, just maybe, I could pull off this hangout after all.

I have class at around 7 this evening. I spent almost all of my freetime cleaning my small dorm room, but it was so worth it.

The day of the meetup arrived, and I found myself with a sense of a weird type of nervousness swirling in my stomach. Despite my efforts to keep busy and distract myself, the hours seemed to drag on endlessly, each minute stretching into an eternity as I awaited the arrival of my guests.

With the sun sinking low in the sky, casting long shadows across the room, I couldn't help but steal glances at the clock every few minutes. It felt like time was moving at a snail's pace, dragging its feet as if reluctant to bring the moment of reckoning any closer.

As evening approached, I forced myself to take a deep breath and calm my racing heart. There was no point in freaking out over things I couldn't control. All I could do was prepare as best as I could and trust that everything would work out in the end.

With renewed determination, I set about making some final preparations. I straightened up the room once more, double-checking that everything was in its rightful place. I rehearsed some casual conversation starters in my head, determined to avoid any awkward silences or embarrassing slip-ups.

Finally, the appointed hour arrived, and I found myself pacing nervously by the door, my heart pounding in my chest. What if they didn't enjoy themselves? What if I failed to live up to their expectations?

But as the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, I pushed aside my doubts and plastered a smile on my face. This was it. The moment I had been waiting for. With a deep breath, I swung open the door, ready to greet my guests. Whatever the outcome, I was determined to make the most of it.