Tin Man:004
Monochromatic
I downed the pills without water as I drove. I swallowed hard to keep them from sticking to my throat. The back of my head pulsed. The rhythmic pulsation was like a serial killer stabbing me multiple times. The car ride had a familiar feeling to it.
What’s the matter? Of course it feels familiar. It’s the same ride to work I do every morning.
The thought lingered though. Something about the way the clouds were slung across the sky like hammocks full of water. Everything grayed as more clouds clustered and swelled. I wanted to shake my head to try to get the feeling of déjà vu out of my head, but I didn’t want to upset the ebbing headache.
The monochromatic vista drained my energy.
Crap. I forgot my coffee.
What started as a good morning was quickly spiraling into a horrible Monday. I tried not to think of the stacks of unfinished work that I left for myself. Or did I?
What happened to me? Why can’t I remember anything?
My office building looms over me, stretching far into the sagging clouds. The tinted windows make the place look like a monolith of onyx jutting from the ground. Getting out of my car, I search the sky for the sun to no avail. My head throbbed this time pushing against the backs of my eyes.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “I should’ve stayed home.”
