Physical Touch / Anxiety

Date: 4/5/2020

I go hiking in Colorado and swim in a spring. Night falls and it turns into a hangout of young people on a porch with party lights. I'm talking to a pretty girl who seems to like me. She leans her butt on the railing where my left hand happens to be and seems cool with it. She gives me a big playful side hug. "Wow, you're really friendly," I say. I need to get on the road though. I'm supposed to be meeting people on the east coast for a cruise in two days. Now I'm in college, I guess. We've had such a long break that I don't remember my class schedule, or even which classes I'm in, or where to find my schedule, and I'm anxious about missing classes and falling behind. In swim class, we have to hold our breath underwater for 120 seconds and my record is 57. I stay to the end of class trying, then the coach rudely leaves in the middle of my last attempt. I have to cheat by breathing underwater anyway.