It’s that time. When an early curtain of darkness draws closed over the bright colors of daylight. It’s cold.

A constant shiver undulates throughout my body and I can’t get warm. Anxiety is ripe. It brings my eyes to spots and causes me to sweat.

I am hungry and then not hungry, but desperate to eat.

The cat’s purr is soft and soothing, his loyalty and understanding unwavering.

Nothing is right. Nothing feels the same. I am not who I was and I don’t know who I’ll be afterward.

All around I can feel something is not right in the universe. Everywhere it’s the same. I see it in you, I see it in her and in her also. What is happening this November? Why did they all go crazy…