Sliding, slipping, away from everything. The pressure in my skull pounds bruises into my thoughts. I'm angry, irritable, frustrated. Time is going too fast and too slow at the same time. I need to leave but I know I will miss the view, the scent, the taste. Faces that used to be so familiar blur as they flee my everyday life. The mattress yielding beneath me will soon belong to another. My home will become a stranger as I move towards the past. Future moments linger, trembling, unknowing. I'm tired.