WRITING OBSTACLE
Write an internal monologue from the perspective of someone with severe FOMO.
Fear Of Missing Out can drive people to think interesting things...
Little Baby
My eyes flicker when I see those white wooden bars. Tears flooding my eyes, I am shouting for help. Before I can comprehend my fears, your arms are reaching out for me. I kick my legs and scream, as the salt rolls down my cheeks. I hear a sound, _thump, thump, thump. _The air get warm. I feel an embrace on my cheek. My heart rate slows. I can feel the world getting heavier. I close my eyes, but there is a shift. You are walking away and those bars are back again. Why are you leaving me? Will you ever return? I feel the sting in my eyes again, my chest knocking against its cage. I hear the calm again, _shhhh _it says, _shhhh I am right here_. Oh her voice, how it relaxes me. I am better now.
I open my eyes again, into this new world. Full of lights and colors. New sounds and scents, and so much to learn. I am parked by something. Long and green. Maybe some yellow too. Objects moving in the air, and the rush of water near. But I feel my eyes getting heavy. But I want to see! I fight. I must continue to memorize what’s around me. If I close my eyes again, it’ll be just a dream. But I am pretty tired. I must wake up, I kick and scream to keep myself from caving. But I hear that sound again, _thump, thump, thump. Shhhh I am right here_.
Almost as if I time traveled, my eyes stare at those wooden bars again. Except you were there. Waiting for me. My face stretches into happiness. As long as you are here, mama.