Today Will Be the Day
It’s weird to wake up in a usual room but feel anxious to the point where it seems as unfamiliar as a random stranger on the street. The off-white walls covered from head to toe with posters from every single musical I’ve attended, the old carpet that looked more like aged wine than the “miraculous magenta” shade shown in the advertisements, the dark brown furniture made from some unspecified wood, and the usual comfort of my bed were masked by an intense feeling of dread I could only describe as my body being as paralyzed as someone who was bitten by a poisonous spider. However, despite this awful feeling, I had to force myself out of bed the minute “By the Sea” blared from my phone and remind myself that at least that day was the last day of the week.