[ WP ] Everyone dies on their birthday , but no one knows at which age it will occur .

11:58 pm. Almost time. I blinked and took a deep breath while my mother kept clamoring on the phone. I appreciate her concern, really, I do, but I'm just as nervous as she is, and honestly? I just wanted to get to sleep. Like a lot of other people, the anxiety of my birthday was severe enough to trigger anxiety attacks, so I it's safer for me to just sleep through all 24 hours. The Drift was ready, all I had to do was plug myself in. 
 
 She kept asking her little questions, as though I were a child preparing for my first ever birthday. I silently appreciated it, though, there was every possibility my nerves were so shot I forgot something crucial. 
 
 I'm sure I did n't, though. 
 
 `` Alright, so, you're full?'' 
 
 `` Yes, mom.'' 
 
 `` Ok, you know how I do n't like you eating on your birthday, you could choke on something.'' 
 
 `` I wo n't mom.'' 
 
 `` And you're not going outside, right? You're not driving anywhere are you?'' 
 
 `` Nope. I'm all bunkered in.'' 
 
 `` OK... well, I'll call you a few more times to check up on you... I'm just so nervous, it's your first birthday alone...'' 
 
 `` Mom, do n't worry, I'll be fine! I promise.'' 
 
 `` Ok... I love you sweetie.'' 
 
 `` Love you too, mom.'' 
 
 I hung up the phone and flopped back down in my bed, staring at the ceiling. 
 
 I ran through my mental checklist again before hooking up the drift. As it began it's soothing little whir and I could feel myself drifting away, only one though creeped into my consciousness. 
 
 
 *Mom did n't ask if I locked the door... *
