The world is muted today but then, the world is muted every day. Colours melt into greys and lustre falls to the wayside as sound, once so clear and crisp, hums in static filled buzzes drilling ears shut.
The skylight above shines with deep blue sky and burning yellow sunshine. And if you could just reach, just lift one of those heavy arms and take hold of the latch, pull yourself through and up into that inviting blue, if you just had the drive…
Maybe another day here is not so bad, even if a little like being wrapped in plastic film and horizontal in a half a foot deep hole, and the people passing you are faceless with voices low and scratchy and grey.
The clawing hands of this invisible oubliette that surrounds you cannot last forever, can it?
There must some ladder you can step up through the skylight and into the calming cerulean serenity.
Maybe tomorrow you will look for it, Maybe tomorrow you will have the energy Tomorrow is just a one sleep away. Tomorrow. Tomorrow you will be productive, you will complete all these tasks you have constructed within the to-do. Tomorrow. Yes. Tomorrow.