Relax, it is going to be fine. There is nothing to be mad about. It is just one thing, nothing that needs to be done but move on. It is not an issue just keep walking, ignore it all.
No, it is nothing, it is nothing...wait I have to keep smiling. The smile needs to stay, the thing was nothing.
It is only two hours, how can it be two hours. Why am I not off yet? This day is too long, I want to go home now.
Next thing was the eternal rage, flame rising above my vision until the sound came from my mouth. The sound of a beast and the growl filled my ears.
The world stopped, nothing moved. Not even a sound came to my ear.
I want to just curl up and be away from this place.
I woke up in a cold sweat. My hands gripped the blanket, letting go. I checked my hands, there was no blood, only stress marks. I wonder if it was a fully dream or just a prediction of what my mind saw.
My rage was too great, my self control failed me. Even in a dream it was not enough to just deal with it in screaming and letting it out. I must keep it in, bury it until it is but an ember and not a single thing of fuel goes near it. For if I do, the backdraft will be too great for me. Once more the flames will rise and my world will be burnt down.