He let the tremors go through him, feeling them become consumed by the nothingness until they were just a creak in the floorboard of his soul. The days melted together. The greyscale of their colours ran into each other until time lost meaning. It jumped from one day to the next, getting caught in loops. One day it was Tuesday, the next Friday, and he was getting a text about going out. Time shrunk away, taking a step back, and it was Thursday, stuck in the middle again.
