Your mind often got the best of you. Hours could go by and sometimes all you could do was sit and overthink every little detail of your memories or the things around you. It was paralyzing, in a way.

Kafka was aware of this after finding you reorganizing your closet for the eighth time that day. She only knew it was the eighth because you broke down in her arms and told her. Everything all felt wrong.

Today was another one of the “bad days”. You felt like they were becoming more common, but Kafka always tried to get your mind off of it.

“Come on, dear. Dont you want to try them on?” Kafka asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. You and her had gone on a shopping trip and you had gotten some new clothes.