Ann's mom: goodnight hon, did you take your medicine?

Ann: not yet

     It is night and her head is filled with the weight of torpor, her eyes are itching, probably for staying too long in front of a screen, you, the reader, may know that feeling, she is tired, being tired tho is not a feeling SHE is too used to knowing.

    Not too long ago stress kept her awake and ready all the time wether she liked it or not, maybe you also know that feeling. 

    She chuged the medicine down with a cold glass of water, "is it really good to take this medicine?" sure it helps her get more chill but at what cost? being "chill" is as efficient at protecting you as ignoring every threat. She had to be prepared and her paranoia gave her that. she never felt safe, but maybe that was good? of course that is complete and utter nonsense, and she likes to ponder over that because if she ever was able to convince herself that that was true she may feel less like a total weirdo and justifying her paranoia maybe make others accept her. Like that would happen, that is as probable as demons and unicorns and what not. She thinks all that as the medicine makes way through her throat.

   She waddles to the living room almost like a zombie and kisses her mother goodnight in the cheek before heading upstairs. 

   Her father and brother were asleep already, she knows that because of their daily ritual of going to sleep which consists in not giving her goodnight and she also can see both of them even tho they are in different rooms. You really don't know how she does that. You may imagine this will be shown soon, you imagine that because you have no control over this. 

    she is now in her bed, she feels the coming of her slumber, it's coming like a comfy mist enveloping her in their motherly reassuring arms, her body weakens, everything becomes irrelevant and far as she submerges deeper in the lake until she hits the mud and keeps submerging through it until all she can see and feel are dark kaleidoscopical symbols. She fell asleep.

She wakes up in her room filled with paranormal shenanigans, posters from "minilua" the site that shares creepypastas and what not. Ann likes to believe in aliens, ghosts, devils, slenderman blablabla.

anyway....

What a beeeeautiful day it is, it.... what a beautiful day it might be. You, the reader, don't know, your influence is confined in a limited space given to me and all you can see right now is that Ann woke up, in her room as calm as a fawn curled up in a donut shaped position to protect itself from the cold, slowly raising its head and ears, there is no hurry to this fawn and surely there is no hurry for Ann, if there is a good side to the medicine it is that she can actually have a peacefull night sleeping.