Chapter Fifty Three

Chapter Fifty Three.

Anastasia's POV.

In my room, I am back on the bed, lying on it. My face is positioned such that I can see the watch. The time is seven forty-eight. I should be dressed by now, but no, I am still on the bed, tired and fed up with those dreams.

I don't know what is happening to me, which is the hardest part to deal with. People have dreams, nightmares, fine, but not just like that. I didn't watch any horror movies to begin with, nor did I face anything that would make my brain get fed by fear.

I push myself up and go to the bathroom. Let's get ready for the day. Yes, I should, again, try to fight it from affecting my productivity.

I get myself under the shower and as much as I have planned to take a quick shower, I failed at that. When I am done, it is after eight already. Figuring out that I don't actually care if I get late or not, at least one can be less productive at times, and it's not like I would be getting fired, I take myself to a seat in front of the mi