The world feels wonky today.
He adjusts his glasses. Still out of sync.
It feels like there's a fog hanging over everything. In its grip, the ticks start. Scrubbing his debit card; diary mutilation; opening and closing the fridge, hoping the door will line up properly. He remembers his therapist saying counting would help, but that just gives him more to do.
The work WhatsApp group simmers with typed tensions. A low boil of where-are-yous and are-you-coming-ins. It frustrates him; he knows he can do his job better. If only the blinds weren't tilted so much.
He adjusts his glasses. Still out of sync.
It feels like there's a fog hanging over everything. In its grip, the ticks start. Scrubbing his debit card; diary mutilation; opening and closing the fridge, hoping the door will line up properly. He remembers his therapist saying counting would help, but that just gives him more to do.
The work WhatsApp group simmers with typed tensions. A low boil of where-are-yous and are-you-coming-ins. It frustrates him; he knows he can do his job better. If only the blinds weren't tilted so much.
