Everything seems a little fuzzy today. Objects are physically there, but shifted in time a second or two so that when you touch them they’re soft. Time itself seems to ebb and flow as a tide. That’s the perception, anyway.
One might think that’s just the medication, dulling nerves and relaxing muscles, but it doesn’t always work that way. This is a sort of clarity. Not complete, but all of the background noise- the songs, the words, odd pictures- in my head, those can be focused or ignored. Same landscape, different view.
It’s a sharp contrast to the normal. A normalcy when every thought is a sharp right angle but blurry, ungraspable. Where time is colored and obscured by the present, so that memories are twisted and lose their context and the future is inconcievable. There I’m running on a treadmill. Today the treadmill may still exist or it may not, and it doesn’t matter. It’s warm and bright, and smiling is easy. Today I get to dream.