Daily Prompt: Ready, Set, Done
Today write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.
The rain is pelting the lone window of my room. When it’s raining, for no reason, I feel sad, and a sense of irreparable loss overwhelms me.
There was a time, when I used to enjoy rain. Rain was a time to snuggle into a duvet, and fall into an oblivious sleep.
Sometimes sleep is hard to come by. It eludes me, and forgets its way. When it’s time to sleep, all my worries resurfaces, and come back to haunt me. I escape with difficulty. There is no where to go, when they try to overcrowd my tired brain (as if daytime wasn’t enough).
At moments like those (of sheer panic), I feel I am suffocating. I can’t breathe. I take long breaths, trying to stifle the overwhelming sense of intense dread overtaking me.
Where can I go to escape reality? There is no way —