The Days of Our Lives

Monday: The sun is seething. And instead of burning, it’s causing asphyxiation. Or that is what it feels like. Inside a pool but not full of water just a vacuum. But, now, underneath the asphyxiation feeling is the burning up feeling. Not from the heat but from the lack of oxygen. It’s tiring. Not painful but tiring.

Tuesday: The sun is equally seething as yesterday. The asphyxiation continues as does the burning up. But it’s less tolerable. More tiring.

Wednesday: Finally, signs of a crack. There is an out somewhere even though it’s yet  invisible. It can be felt. But it doesn’t reduce the tiring. If possible, it has only increased. It has almost reached an extremity. If it continues, tomorrow will be debilitating.

Thursday: Weight has reduced. The crack is widening. Still not visible yet within grasp. Flaying all around, searching for it, breathing easily just a bit, within senses. Yet not debilitated.

Friday: The out is found. In an exponential decay, the weight has been reduced. Each breath is free. Swimming through that crack, surface is within reach. Each breath escapes through it in invisible bubbles.

Saturday: The surface is within touching distance. Sun is nowhere to be seen. Freedom is here. Almost.

Sunday: Sun has come out of its hiding. Only a bit but enough to close the out. Surface has closed abruptly and the hand just missed it. Drowning once again with labouring breath.