Passing The Days

I got the watch the next few days passed by me in the cotton and wool prison of my bedroom. 

When half your daily routine is spent away just resting and recuperating, eventually you'd start to feel like you're time traveling in a way, just cruising past the days… days that felt like hours, hours that felt like minutes, and minutes that felt like no time at all.

And sprinkle between here and there every fast forward were semblances of normalcy growing more prominent as things began to gradually die down.

My room became a sort of daily commute for all sorts of visitors just casually dropping by. Amanda on video call just to check in, Sammy barging in on the door having nothing better to do, even Mom, up to some mischief, would chime in with her quips if nothing more than just to amuse herself. 

Ash especially… every waking moment by my side from dawn till dusk, every one of my needs tended to, always grateful and eager to.