I've spent the past few months doing the bare minimum. Bartering with myself to just get up and go to work. If I can just do that, I won't be harsh on myself for not doing anything else.

It's been a mix of going straight to bed after work, or staying up late due to revenge bedtime procrastination. Trying to hang on to some form of control over my life.

But I've noticed a curious thing. My dreams have mostly been filled with pleasant social interactions. Hanging with friends, meeting new people. Just spending time with someone else. A social life I've severely neglected the past year.

And I find myself waking from those grey dreams, and forcing myself back to sleep. Trying hard to get back to those people again.