There’s the underwater feeling.

Where I say things but it comes out all garbled. Where my head is swimming through all the conversations and the unanswered emails. My mind is asleep, all curled up under a thick blanket.

The floor at work is all dressed up and there are paper lanterns with shimmering tails. The tails tickle the heads of the tall variety of people. Everyone is chattering, in loud dramatic voices. I can hear them but I can’t comprehend too much. It’s like looking at the fogged mirror after a bath.

Atleast the week has ended. Small, but significant, mercies.