As Anxiety Hits

Heather opened an eye tentatively as the sun manifested it's existence through the partially opened blinds of her bedroom window. Rolling over, she encountered the sleeping form of her little sister, Mary, laying next to her. Heather reached for her cell phone and read the time displayed-8:31-no-8:32 in the morning. I don't want to get up yet. She thought to herself as she closed her eyes once more. Heather continued to awake throughout the ongoing morning and at around ten o'clock decided to just lay in bed and think.

Do I really want to go to Japan? She mulled this question over and over in her mind and she weighed the risks and benefits. Risks: possible high levels of radiation, which may be fostered in my cells and one day activate as a live form of cancer and possibly affect my children--if I am fortunate to have any. Any others besides the normal fears and anxieties? Nah. Benefits: same as before. Hmmmm. 

At around eleven o'clock, Heather quietly got out of bed and pulled the sheets and covers up, smoothing them nicely on her side. She had not taken her contacts out and her war paint was still mostly acceptable from the night before. She made a quick stop by the tearai (ahemm--"john") then went to check her email. Heather looked at her most recent emails. Ah! One is from Fumi! She exclaimed to herself. Heather read the email, not anticipating the feeling she would have as a result. Heather's visa had arrived and Fumi was sending it to her express. Fumi instructed her to get her plane ticket as soon as possible and to send her the itinerary. Wow! This seems to be happening really fast all of the sudden! I'm not sure how to feel. She thought as a wave of nausea hit her.

This continued all day Saturday. She, her brothers, and Mary all went down to their dad's house to play lightning in his driveway. This relieved some stress and was quite refreshing. Heather had not played basketball or lightning since her mission (ahhhh...how sweet). Heather, Seth, and Kurt were invited to stay for dinner, which was spaghetti and meatballs. After dinner, Heather made sure her dad, Mary, Seth, and Kurt had all joined Skype so they could chat while she was away.

Heather, Seth, and Kurt returned home and watched a good ol' old favorite: Robot Jox.
"Wow! This movie is so old-school now!" Heather exclaimed to her brothers. "It's amazing what we thought was so cool 20 years ago with CGI...and floating cars! Ha!" The movie continued and ten minutes later Heather cried "He's killing her! He's killing her!" with her hands pressed against her cheeks, absolute horror pouring from her beautiful green eyes.
"Ha ha!" Kurt responded. "Isn't it funny how we remember so much from this movie?"
"Yeah. And I was only about 9 when I saw this last. And you two were only 7!"

It was getting late and church began at nine o'clock in the morning. As Heather tiredly laid her head down on her pillow, she prayed that the anxiety would leave her and that she would feel at peace. I need Thee every hour most gracious Lord she sang to herself as she drifted off to sleep.