This is a very strange feeling. I have never felt the world this still... this quiet. I feel like existence barely exists, like I barely am. I cannot tell if I am full of fear, anger, sadness, happiness, or if I am content. Nothing moves but the harsh wind outside that rattles the windows. The only desire I have is to sit here and look forward, doing absolutely nothing. The wind is now gone. This feels like the end of a dream. The sky is colorful, the sun is bright, and the universe itself is about to deteriorate. A cat stares blankly at me. It is so quiet and surreal that I feel like I should be afraid.

Is this the calm before the storm?