Sometimes getting back to reality is never the same. Nothing ever seems to be where you left it and nobody’s noticed. The world’s moved forward and you feel left behind.
Caught up in a bubble, suspended in time, but now you’ve been popped; burst back into today.
It takes a while to adjust and re-mould your seat but you get there, eventually. And then you start out on the same little spiral that knocked you way out of time in the first place.
Life’s a crazy sort of sanity.