"The hardest thing in this world is to live in it."

I can't remember what it was I was thinking of earlier. I've been diligently getting ready for my 12 hour day tomorrow. I started making chicken an hour ago to eat for dinner before my last class. As I chopped vegetables to stuff the chicken with I looked out the window to see that the rain had turned to huge fluffy flakes of snow. Time simply stopped for a second. The music in the living room seemed to quiet, and my fingers stopped moving. All I could do was stare outside as Howie Day crooned about the "perfect time of day". I felt really weird. My heart started to beat a little faster. Each breath I took grew more shallow. Suddenly I simply blacked out. In slow motion the snowy scene disappeared and was replaced by darkness. As I fell I felt heat rise through my chest into my face.

When I opened my eyes I realized I hadn't even let go of the knife. I sat up slowly. I hadn't hit my head or anything. I looked around. There was nothing and no one to explain to me what had happened. For a moment I wondered if I'd even passed out. I laughed a little bit to myself. And then, for no reason, I cried. I sat on my kitchen floor crying. And to myself, because there was nobody else there, I whispered "I'm alone."

Then I got back up and finished the vegetables, stuffed the chicken, put it in the oven and passed the time until now doing absolutely nothing. Not thinking, not reading, not anything. I simply sat and stared vaguely out the window. I don't even know how the thirty minutes until the chicken was done passed. All I know is that between the end of the last paragraph and the beginning of this one I took it out.

It smells delicious.