She could not sleep, gripped by anxiety.
An anxiety with no solution.
No way out.
No answer, no matter how much she thought.
Perhaps there was no answer at all.
She was simply being overwhelmed by it.
A tight pain pressed into her stomach.
Anxiety that came with physical damage.
“What if the bread I plan to eat tomorrow morning doesn’t bake properly…?”
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Morning came.
She realized she had run out of bread.
Without much thought, she ate some fruit instead,
and the day began as it always did.