I have been awake since an hour ago. Tossing and turning, mind aflame with niggling thoughts that persist in tickling my consciousness. Was my sub-consciousness when I was asleep. All those tiny little details, all those exercises that we allow ourselves to go through....that we will do it tomorrow, another time, always have time. Time is slipping away.
I am officially unemployed. Meaning that when I go into the office tomorrow, I will be a visitor. Arriving in a car I am renting. Driving past my faithful old company car. The one with the gas card tucked in the comforts and confines of the secret place, at attention, at alert for when a fill may be necessary. I miss you already. You reality smasher, keeping the effects of a corrupt government at bay, until this day, the day I must pull out my own cash to fill my gaping hole called a gas tank.
The trains wail softly in the night.
The rain falls intermittently.
All is quiet, except my brain.