I was sluggish in my morning rituals, reluctant as to leave the comfort of my home. I was like the many others within the community. I was tired. That's really all there was to describe us. We were all miserable with the heavy weight of drowsiness that hung over us as oppressively as the gray December clouds that loomed on the faintly glowing skyline. Time... An hour could be anything it chose to be. Dying, it's like days, in love, it shifts itself into seconds. I, however, seemed in no control. Trees swayed slower now. "You're late," she chastised me. "No, I've been here the whole time."