I like the small hidden message that shows how people get old & start losing their minds.
You wake up on day, alone like normal - a small bit of moisture across your forehead because you left the window open last night. The pains of the hangover headache haven't quite boiled their way into existence - but you're used to them and you pop your first Aleve of the day.
You rub the crusty bits from your eyes - not even sure what day it is - or even where you are for a moment. Your dreams are still flickering as they die and fade into the realms of your subconscious. As you rise from the side of your bed - your knees and back cracks as you stretch out - as if reaching for the unattainable.
Memories of your past flood your brain before you can even think to make a coffee. Why did you ever choose them? What if you hadn't made that life altering decision? Wouldn't life be better had you not chosen the path you did.
You stand there is awe at the battle before you, in the grounds of a life destroyed and ashes of all that you burned down. At that moment, as the tips of the sunrise gleam across the eastern sky - you ask... What are we doing today? The void of people or friends is deafeningly silent & you're talking to yourself.