Day 3

He found it very hard to find the root of this sadness; or, more specifically, he did not understand the very nature of it – why it felt so heavy that his chest heaved almost unnaturally, and why it was not easy to dispel. It was a nagging child. Every now and then he felt his eyes burdened with a nauseous exhaustion. What had they seen that they almost forgot to blink? There is a ball of yarn in his throat building up by each turn, spinning a solid mass of fibers that, when unraveled, was actually very easy to break.