(´･ω･`)

(´･ω･`) Feeling a bit down today, sigh.

(´･ω･`) From the morning, I feel all fuzzy and cloudy.

I’m lounging around in my futon, just rolling about.

I think to myself, “I have to get up,” but the futon is holding me tight, not letting me go.

(´･ω･`) Brushing my teeth, swish swish. Washing my face, splash splash.

When I looked in the mirror, my eyelids were puffy, and my eyes were all droopy.

I quietly said to myself, “I’ll do my best today,” but that voice mixed with the air, “whoosh,” and disappeared somewhere.

(´･ω･`) Typing on the computer, click click. Hitting the keys, tap tap.

But my brain feels hazy and fluffy, like it’s floating on a cloud.

The “to-do list” keeps piling up, yet my “motivation meter” is making a sound, “shoooon…” as it runs out of battery.

(´･ω･`) Eating lunch, munch munch munch.

It’s delicious, but my heart feels a tight squeeze.

“Why is that, why is that?” echoes in my head, spinning round and round.

(´･ω･`) By evening, the outside air was orange and fluffy.

I stepped out onto the balcony and stared blankly at the sky.

An airplane flew by, leaving a “whoosh” of a line behind it.

I whispered softly, “I hope tomorrow will be a little better.”

(´･ω･`) And then, night.

I dove into my futon, snuggling in and wriggling about.

Another down day comes to an end as I hit the “off” switch.

But somewhere deep in my chest, I feel a small, warm thought saying, “See you tomorrow.”