Mechanical Dreams

I’m in desperate need of a manual.

You know, some kind of documentation on my mental health limits that I can flip through at my leisure?

Hard guidelines with red warning labels outlining the details of my certain demise if I push this “work” thing too hard, too far, too fast.

Maybe there’s a gauge on me somewhere that alerts me to “Dangerous Anxiety Levels Reached! Prepare for Panic Breach!”?

Oh, what paradise that would be.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe, the only girl whose paradise stars a gauge