Secrecy...

Curling up on the sofa with a fresh cup of coffee clasped in my hands, I lose myself to the intuitive sense of wakefulness settling within while Isaac presses play on the first movie picked out for us to watch. Sinking into the overflow of scatter cushions propped behind me, my mind clouds itself inside a fogging mist of apprehension while this morning’s revelation plays itself on loop within my head. As the minutes trickle by and roll into hours, I struggle to unwind while the dull state of aching fatigue nestles inside of my muscles—refusing to grant me relief; stubbornly lingering as the day passes by while fading into the early evening. As the laughter of my hosts fills the room, I remain far too distracted to pay the movies any attention—struggling to join in while the best that I can conjure is that of a drifting smile. As my vacant eyes glass over, I fixate on the sickly beat echoing within my chest like an unrhythmic drum while glaring numbly towards the blurred images filli