I lay my weary head to rest. It feels like only moments before my eyes open again.
What began yesterday began anew today. This morning is identical to the last. Curtains billowing in a soft wind. Strawberries fresh on the table. I find only one difference- the frown lines beside my mouth have deepened today. They look more permanent now. My skin doesn't stretch and relax like it used to. I look smarter because of it. But secretly I know that's only a façade. I have done nothing to make my brain more intelligent.
Alas, this new feature doesn't change what I have to do today. Absolutely nothing. I wake up promptly at nine in the morning, and move from my bed to my couch. A mug of coffee finds its way into my hand. I sit and sip at it for half of an hour. It feels okay.
I flip through the pages of a book. Not to read it. Just to pass the time. This is my day. This is my week. My month. Maybe my whole year will look like this.
I'm glad I don't have a clock. The ticking of seconds going by would drive me insane.
The way things are now...I can be okay this way. I can survive this way.
