It is one of those days where I feel I should sink into the earth. Not necessarily a bad thing, this emotion propels me forward on the pavement with the notion that my feet are being touched by strange vining hands.
Yawning in public and covering the mouth. Wearing a large sweater though it is warm outside. Feeling suddenly quite old and marveling at parking structures. Secluding oneself in a corner and typing. Wanting paper but knowing it would feel corpse-like in this day.
It sounds depressing, but it isn't. It is merely exhausting. I want to sleep but be enveloped in doing so. I want intense warmth, I want to feel feverish in this heat. The language sounds sexual but the experience is not.
I can assume this experience comes of having strange dreams. But I am unable to connect today and have such a desire to return home and sleep.
For now, I imagine and drift away from conversations. Today, it will suffice.