Darren woke up feeling strange. He felt lethargic, a little bit, and uninterested in their plans for the day before he had to go on the evening shift, but not…
Not heavy. Not suffocated. Not numb.
Jayden seemed to notice, asking repeatedly if he was all right, and making a second breakfast and being gentler than usual when Darren felt unpleasantly full and couldn’t finish it. And Darren wanted to reassure him, but…it would be a lie.
Because he did feel strange. There was something not quite right.
It was slightly disjointed, as though he had been inverted and his mind was fine and the body was sluggish. He felt a little tired, but not unusually so; he wasn’t interested in going to the cinema for the morning showing, but he didn’t have the familiar demand to stay in bed and try to block
