The day feels sluggish, slow. Thoughts come at Seungwan as if from a distance, too vague to linger, too shapeless to elicit anything beyond acknowledgement.
She feels like she should be feeling more. The recent breakup, the stressful job, the traffic jam. Something should pull her out of the fog. But it doesn't, and the hours slip by like clockwork, unnoticed.
She feels like she's missing something.
This story was previously published on my twitter account, as a twitfic. If you want to read it in that format, it is available here. The chapters are very short, so I will try to update quickly.