Hard to tell.
The morning starts well enough though. I'm in high spirits. I don't mind it so much when I'm standing behind the cash register at work and someone approaches to ask about the taco menu displayed above my head. It doesn't tighten me up the way it has lately. It doesn't cause me to go rigid, crippled with apprehension. That doesn't happen. And the interaction appears to end without catastrophe.
It's not until afternoon. Sometime afternoon that the weight settles in. When it starts bearing down on the corners of my smile. When it weaves its way through my spine and curls it into a slouched, distorted mess. When it drops the anchor and takes takes me with it.
I go under.
And it's not so bad, down here on the seabed. A little darker. A little more quiet. Doesn't seem like too bad of an idea to burrow into some sand and stay for a while. Loosen up this spine. Address this frown. Return to the surface in due time.
Yes, that sounds good.
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