It was about 10 in the morning based on the way the sun was burning on my face. I felt groggy and something was definitely off. I mean, other than the fact that I woke up a whole two hours later than I normally do. My body just wouldn't move to get me out of bed. My body just wouldn't do anything at all.
After about an hour of reasoning with myself to force myself out of bed, I did it. I dragged my lifeless body into the shower and put on the baggiest sweatpants I could find. I might not have been there mentally, but I knew my body would appreciate the lazy day clothes. When I opened my eyes, I was on the couch.
I sat up trying to remember where the day went and if I had really just wasted it away by sleeping. The longer I sat on the couch the more my mind wasn't mine. It felt like I had just stopped thinking. As if the voice in my head was gone and I no longer had a say in what I wanted to do with myself.
It hit me that I was truly alone. That I was empty. No thoughts or feelings left to give. I was just a body existing in this space.
