Undeniable but Unsure

As the city sleeps and the stillness of air is present, silence becomes my ally. After being passed out on the front room couch four hours longer than originally planned I find myself awake but still in trance. It is at this precise moment that I realize I haven’t shaved in over a week. Where has time gone and why won’t it wait?

I remember shaving the morning prior to my leaving to Mexico but since that moment everything seems so surreal. I guess that is why I am still wearing the attached fluorescent green wristband on my right arm that I received when arriving at the Akumal Beach Resort. It and the irritating itching stubble on my face are the only reminders that I have not been dreaming since the Friday before last. But why is it that I feel that nothing has transpired since then?

The photographs and memories are vague but I know I was there. I have undeniable proof. Airline ticket stubs and a passport stamp all prove that I was there but why does the experience feel so vacant? What is it that I am missing? Why can’t I feel something other than a yearning to feel . . . something? Does that make any sense? The questions seem to make sense but the answers are obscure. I guess I will have to ponder longer.