A quickening of her mind sent her rolling onto her stomach.  Her bed usually made her body and mind respond by giving it the permission to power down. Now, it felt like a rock under her newly nauseated belly.  "Oh, %$#@! Breath, bitch!" she hissed to herself. The wormlike nerves crept up her diaphragm and forearms, making her feet cold and sweaty. Seconds later, the worms crept into her upper chest and throat to make her throat constrict.  She swallowed and groaned and felt the pressure behind her eyes and pricks of pain under her skull at the top of her head. She stared at her aging light blue-grey carpet and focused her mind on the fraying fibers to shut out the frantic communication between her mind and body. She brought her hands forward from her sides to her face and held her forehead, tapping like a despondent child on a sleeping parent's door, uncertain of the reaction being woken up again for the 4th time that night. She turned her thoughts to her hypnotist's instructions.  "I thought I was done with this", she fumed shaking her already unsteady hands. She flipped to her back again and rolled over feeling her leg hairs standing up. She wiped her hands on her ripped shorts, closed her eyes, and breathed deeply counting from 10 to 1 in her mind. She imagined herself walking down stone stairs in a birch and cedar forest at dusk. She felt her body slowly sink into the bed; her heart like a lead sinker. At 1, she touched her thumb and first finger together and felt the familiar sunset warmth grow beneath her breastbone. Images of sturdy cedar trunks, pine needles strewen forest floor, tamarack boughs made her smell memories of her childhood in the family acreage. Several of her past moments of unwarranted anxiety and despair materialized; she immediately connected them to the real achievements and lashed the memories together. When that happened, the memory transformed, adding itself to the joy that was replacing the worms that had been raviging her.