Some mornings you wake up and in the back of your mind, something just isn't right.
Everything feels slightly off.
You try to focus on the happy thoughts but you're a clumsy fool and can't seem to catch any of them.
Even if you could ... it seems your happy net is mostly holes anyway.
It is always a bad sign when you wake up grinding your teeth. Irritated even before your eyes adjust to the darkness.
What is it that creates this sense of foreboding, this empty, hollow, angry feeling?
The sun isn't warm when it touches your skin and the sound of wind chimes is more like scraping pieces of steel.
Menial tasks are monumental disasters and before you can even consider lunch, you've chewed a small hole in your bottom lip.
Some days are just worse than others.
