This is the sinking feeling. The moment when your intuition tells you that somewhere, out there in the world you don't see, something is occurring that could ruin you. Panic attacks, shortness of breath, trembling of hands, shuffling of feet â€“ all on display, topped off with a nervous smile that's pre-occupied with lip-biting.
It's not the physical anxiety that takes you down, oh no!
It's the mental uncertainty. The silence in-between.
And so how do you cope?
No amount of bedroom covers will render sleep and every phone number dialed only leads to a lifeless answering machine. Your only choice is to sink the sinking feeling. Grab the bottle, toss cork, and let the night slip away in crimson.