She grows restless as the days limp on in monotanous way. Wake, rise, work, breathe, smile, rest, sleep. Sunrise, sunset, noon, night, morning. Continual cycle dragging on a snails pace, seemingly, for eternity. 23 days and it's done. 552 hours left. 33,120 minutes until this phase in her life is over. She's scared out of her mind. The thought of that day makes her short of breath. Her heart pounds like the feet of horses. She's nautious. She's afraid to change. But she's ready for something new. She's scared of what's to come, the unknown, and she loves it.