The grey heavens cracked with vertical rage. I was indignant in sleep but was disruptively demeaned into baring my virgin vision to the battles up high. My limbs were handicapped of control, as if anaestetic were streaming in my veins.

The rainpour pelted and made violent charges against the windows that had my little lame-like body well-protected, and the lack of rhythm reverberated like a gong in my head. It was then, I felt my breathing take an accelerando. Even breathing made me vulnerable. My mind and body were drained of determination.

I couldn't fight the world and I didn't. Maybe tomorrow. As for today, I'll just take a break.