The Reality of..

the reality of reality
sinks in quickly
as I wake from the night
the sun is the same
but not.
the air is heavy and
I can feel it on my skin
it fills my lungs and
I cough.
my head swims with memories
of the week that was.
and dreads the week to come
the overwhelming heaviness
of life that waited for my return
now right in my face
mocking me
time moves quickly
seeming almost in fast forward
it's already afternoon
and I have barely had my morning coffee
trying to transition back to a routine
thrown off balance with a thrust
so much to do
time laughs as it speeds by