reasoning

I sit and stare, cup of coffee in hand, bed hair and pyjamas and I wonder. How has it come to this? Trying to work out the chain of events that somehow resulted in this old situation. It’s troubling how suddenly it happened. Almost too quick to be noticed, and oh so familiar. It might as well have been a dream, or a nightmare-I’m not sure yet. But the evidence in the form of clothes on the floor, prove that it’s reality. Standing still, staring, unsure. Things will map out eventually, I’m sure. Then I’ll know where I am. While I sit and stare, my toes get colder and I realise 3 years went by and I’m older. Wiser? Shake it off, get on with it, things to do, get ready, go out, stop thinking, trying to reason.