Some days, the sky is more grey than blue, heat of sun is blistering rather than warm. Air feels stifling and yet shivers run through me only to be forced into stillness. There are just some days when world is more muted, distant, bleached, a bit more loud and yet bit too silent for my sanity. Some days it's much more harder to part from bed while my mind makes me hate my own immobile nature. Some days it takes longer to make sense of confusion the world drowns in. Some days when words don't register, sounds are either too loud or too silent, every touch is painful, every sense overwhelmed, just on those days I wonder, how it would be to sleep and not wake up.