The Dreary Day Ahead
I feel as if the humidity of the outside air has clung to my skin and I am drenched in a pool of foreboding. The air is thick and I can barely breath. I'm sick to my stomach and a pair of sweat pants with a t-shirt sounds like heaven right now. I only desire to go home, which is an odd feeling. I haven't exactly been enjoying my home lately, and though work doesn't seem like a pleasant exchange, I've been able to bare it through clenched teeth lately. I find that it holds surprises in secret corners.