![]() ![]() Maybe if he could distract himself, these feelings would go away. But, if he felt like this, getting inspiration was going to be tough. ![]() There was a meeting scheduled in two days to discuss ideas for an upcoming sponsored video that he needed to brainstorm for. Phil remembered him mumbling something when they were in bed the night before about needing to get up early to work on cutting down footage for his tour special. The other half of the bed was empty when he turned to look. There was no danger, and yet, Phil’s body didn’t get the memo. It had decided to throw Phil into a fight or flight response without having anything to fight or flee from. There was no logical reason for him feeling this way, because it wasn’t his thoughts that were the problem. He tried to think back to his dream he had, but that wouldn’t have caused this either. Was there something he was forgetting? Phil mentally went through a list of birthdays, anniversaries, work deadlines, bills that could be due, possible doctors appointments… but he came up short. He tried to wrack his brain to figure out why he was feeling this way first thing in the morning. He wanted- he tried to take a deep breath, trying to make it go away, only for it to come out shaky. It was as if a thousand little bees took residence in his body and made it hard to breathe with all of their buzzing. The pounding of his heart depsite lying still in bed. That heavy, but still fluttering, feeling in his chest.
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