September 14, 2017
2:52 AM
I'm having trouble sleeping, again. I can’t stop thinking about what is to come.
Like usual, thoughts of her are keeping me up. Except, tonight is different.
I’m anxious. I’m nervous.
What am I supposed to do when I visit her tomorrow? What am I supposed to tell her?
I heard a soft knock on my bedroom’s door followed by a silvery voice. “Chase, are you having trouble sleeping again,” asked my mom as she walked towards my bed.
“Yeah. I can’t stop thinking about tomorrow,” I replied.
“Chase, everything is going to be fine.”
“But…”
Mom was quick to interrupt, "Chase, stop. Like I said, everything is going to be fine. Now count some sheep and go to sleep."
“Thanks. Goodnight mom.”
