It all started on a cold December night. A war was being waged within me.
Each morning, I’d wake up feeling like I had lead flowing through my veins, helping gravity do its job.
I’d drag myself out of bed, doing what I had to do. I was living my passion, surrounded by people I loved, but it felt empty.
Somewhere, in a dusty corner of my being, I knew this too would pass, but there was doubt. I wondered if something had gone horribly wrong in the control room of the Universe.
Maybe an operator had grown an affinity for Vodka, who knows? But I was worried, because obviously this wasn’t meant to be happening.