I am the laziest person alive. Yet today I find myself laying in bed awake at 2am, staring at the ceiling. I have been doing this a lot lately, just looking at nothing at thinking about what the hell I am doing with my life. I mean.. I am happy and I love who I am and who I am around. Just. I, I feel incomplete.
"Hey" He said smiling at me.
"Hi" I reply.
"You seem distracted."
"No... I am fine" I lie wanting to keep whatever I was feeling a secret. I know that he only means well but I am not feeling like myself at the moment. I feel as if I am stuck and the whole world is still moving on, without me. No one can know. I realise that I have just been standing in the kitchen, perfectly still for over a minute and I leave as if nothing ever happened. This is why people think that I am weird. Then it hit me. Well I don't know what it was but in that second that I had an brainwave and I thought of a solution, I also got hit in the head. Now I lay on the floor, concussed, trying to remember why I was suddenly so happy.