I wake up in what seems like a fog. Ah, it’s one of those days where it doesn’t seem like I have woken up.

My phone is sitting there patiently, waiting for me to take a look at the innocent notifications. I skip the messages (which mostly comprise of reels) and indulge in some endless reel scrolling on apps which seem like they were made to promote my brain fog.

My family, the yoga teacher and the watchman are all the people I encounter before starting my day. They all seem to merge into one confusing person. The teacher is busy watching men, the watchman is busy teaching and my family is busy doing both. I wish this person could control my life for the day.

The drive to my office is interesting because I don’t remember it. Good to know my brain’s auto-pilot function is still in tact. I wish my car had that function. I still love him (yes, him). Maybe this is love.

I say goodbye to my beloved car for some good 8 hour finance action. My brain fog is on steroids by now. Someone who looks a lot like me, and is incredibly hot, is sitting at my desk. Emails, calls, files. Lunch breaks, coffee breaks, snack breaks, pee breaks, all the while I think about my car’s breaks (this may or may not be a love letter for my car).

I watch myself do an impeccable job at my job. And my social skills are those of a golden retriever today. Maybe I should stop thinking more often. The disconnected me wants to remember to tell the connected me to to disconnect more often. I wish myself luck remembering that tomorrow.

Apparently time is a made up construct when your brain doesn’t want to brain and it is already night! My car greets me in the parking lot, but the parking lot seems to be below my residence!

My night time routine thankfully is pretty much the same as everyday, considering I don’t have to apply my brain whilst applying my retinol serum.

The entire forgettable day, which felt like a minute, has gone by. My head hits the pillow, back where I started.

Maybe I never woke up and just dreamt about myself going through the day. Maybe I am dreaming right now. And with that very real possibility established, I doze off, but not before scrolling through mind numbing internet content which makes me feel like I am in the vicinity of a giant black hole since it makes the time finally go very slow.

P.S. All jokes aside, I don’t take dissociation lightly. I have worked with a mental healthcare professional to get to the root cause of days like these, as one should.

P.P.S. Sleep helps.