What was I really bothering myself about? Something petty - that probably wouldn't matter a great deal in the morning - was my first guess. Then again, it felt like something a little more complex than that - deep rooted.
In an attempt to free myself of this feeling, those thoughts, that problem, I shrugged my shoulders, only to find they remained locked in a tense, uptight position.
With newly hunched shoulders in tow, I continued to pace.
After 12 lengths (precisely) I stopped, took one look at myself, head to toe. And ordered myself to bed.
Get a grip, Alessia.