Light streaks into the room, making me restless. Another day has come, and I am in one piece. No shrieking inside my head. No insidious urges to shed this coil. I am alive, but am I living? The night before, I dared not leave the house. All energy gone, enervated, sulkily residing on the sofa.
Something is not right.
What is this new spell that is cast around me so? Am I Merlin trapped in a crystal cave of my own making? What is wrong? What is wrong? What is wrong? The question echoes and is the only reply I receive. The sound of my own thoughts disgusts me.
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