That Feeling

There's this feeling I get in the pit of my stomach when I'm stressed and facing an important deadline whose only cure seems to be sleep. I'm a worrier, see, it's what I do. Unfortunately, the temporary relief gained from sleep wears off after I shake the sleep from my vision and realize that nothing has been accomplished. Before I know it, the real world starts invading my dreams, and I see myself on opening night running frantically around the PAC looking for props and set pieces. I hate this feeling. What's making it worse is that I don't know what to do. In college the solution was always sitting down and writing a paper, or spending hour upon hour in the drafting lab, or staying up all night doing something. This time I have to find my own solutions. New solutions. Blaze a new trail through this experience and hope to come out unscathed on the other side.