[ WP ] `` Have I ever told you the definition of insanity ? ''

`` How's the job hunt coming along?'' 
 
 Sterile and cold. The room welcomed only an air thick with silence. 
 
 He leant forward, ignoring the question he was no longer slumped back in the chair. 
 
 `` Have I ever told you the definition of insanity?'' 
 
 The question had no immediate answer, finding only a raised eyebrow in response. 
 
 `` From the moment I wake up, I spend the day waiting for tiredness to come. I wait until I can lie in my bed and just exist. I go into my head and I relive the same day.'' 
 
 Pausing to breathe, he looked across from him at the man opposite. He wore glasses and was middle aged. Greying hair sat atop a head which held pursed, still lips. 
 
 `` It's the perfect day. It's my creation. An unachievable reality which is mine to share with nobody.'' 
 
 The man with glasses was motionless aside from the slow rising and falling of his chest. 
 
 `` It's the happiest I've ever been. It's warm, she's still there and the feeling is gone. There's no doubt. No anxiety. We just are, in the Summer of the present'' 
 
 I paused again, this time imagining standing on wet sand, water rushing past my ankles and then retreating, sucking the ground from beneath my curled toes. 
 
 The man with glasses was still silent. He held a pen and a notepad, but had written nothing more than the date in the top corner. 
 
 `` And I can feel my life slipping through my fingers.''
