It was now the beginning of September, and I began to be more and more pessimistic as time went by. I would start my daily routine and run cold water to cool down the burning feeling rushing through me. I had just finished breakfast and had started on dishes. I watched the water flow from the faucet as I scrubbed plates, it was mesmerizing. As I stared at the water flow, I felt everything around me become muffled and like I was moving without effort.
As I continued forward, I grabbed a knife, never looking away from the faucet I started to wash it when it slit my palm open. I winced and dropped it into the sink basin with a hiss. I grabbed my hand and let the water run over it. Sighing in relief I look to see how big the cut was. My eyes widened when I saw the cut was healing itself. I w
