For the entire day, she is alone. She can sense it the moment she wakes up. It's this feeling she gets, and she knows it's going to one of those days. Where she is by herself eventhough there are people around her. She walks past them today, she sees familiar faces and she ducks her head down, or she casts her glance elsewhere. She smiles and she smiles but she doesn't approach. She takes out a book, a notebook, music, anything to prove she's busy. Why does she do this to herself? She can't understand but she doesn't seem to be placed rightly today. Her timing is off. She is turned off today. She doesn't pick up on the signals, she doesn't make the attempts.


Of all the days she's looking for people, today is when people look for her. But she has nothing to say, not even enough interest to lift her head. She counters with mumbles and answers that fall flat. And she fades away.