The clock is one minute behind.

Laundry scatters the floor.

Water spills down your shirt, sending a chill down your spin.

The AC feels warm against your sticky skin

The TV is blaring at full volume, arguing and doors screaming in your ears.

Your hair sticks to the back of your neck in the way that you hate.

Your eyes droop with the sleep you didn’t get.

The smell of food makes your stomach rumble, but you won’t get any of it.

You can’t anumore.

Everything is wrong.