Anxiety

I dreamed you had become a clock: a device, set only to pass and pass, tick tock, in a world that only passes and passes, with nothing at all! I was dying of anxiety, I wrapped my arms around your body, I gently bit your arm, in my embrace you laughed from the bottom of your heart... My anxiety was calmed, the nightmare passed, and the world rose from its place, upright, tall, in defense of beauty and existence...