The Sunday evening was lost somewhere between having hot tea spilled on my foot at a coffee shop and eating food that made us instantly drowsy.

In the cab, all of us were silent. The green signal lights looked very lightening like through my half shut eyes. The jagged fluorescent lines traveled across the smoke into the trees. The people around us spoke loudly and cheerfully. I remember shutting my eyes, amidst all the chattering and car honks, wishing to fall asleep for a long, long time.

The most depressing part of the week now surrounds me, while I try and find things to distract myself. The Monday morning blues never spare me, but somehow they also keep getting more difficult to handle with every passing week.

It's beginning to rain outside. My room is dark and soon enough I will be asleep. I know I have said this before, but some days I am the happiest when I am asleep.