Fading
The smallest things can amaze... and destroy.
I've completed the first week at work and I do feel better and better about it; or maybe it's just the fact that it's Friday night, I'm sitting alone, and undisturbed curled up in sweatpants and a hoodie in the living room watching the (amazing) Olympics opening ceremony.
Things here are different, and all the same. Wrapped up in different names, hidden behind different frowns and celebrated by different smiles.
Woke up early this morning, convinced that I was back in my bed in Sweden - and when I realised I wasn't, I felt nothing... nothing at all.
I've been gone a week. One week... and it feels like a lifetime.
Have fic on the way. I can feel it.
I've completed the first week at work and I do feel better and better about it; or maybe it's just the fact that it's Friday night, I'm sitting alone, and undisturbed curled up in sweatpants and a hoodie in the living room watching the (amazing) Olympics opening ceremony.
Things here are different, and all the same. Wrapped up in different names, hidden behind different frowns and celebrated by different smiles.
Woke up early this morning, convinced that I was back in my bed in Sweden - and when I realised I wasn't, I felt nothing... nothing at all.
I've been gone a week. One week... and it feels like a lifetime.
Have fic on the way. I can feel it.