Panic coursed through my veins and my mind raced.
Short of breath, and feeing an asthma attack coming on, I reached for my rescue inhaler and took a hurried puff.
Night terrors?
No.
Financial anxiety?
No.
Artistic worries?
Heck no.
With just 6 months to prepare for my painting trip abroad, there's only one haunting question would wake me from deep slumber and cause me to tremble in my sheets:
"What on EARTH am I going to wear?!!!"
See? Intimidating, scary, horrifying... right?!
I thought so.
umm....... i believe you have a sweet snowsuit to wear if its ever cold!!! :)
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