Surreal

It's been four days since my father was laid to its final resting place. 

It's been surreal since Day 1. I still feel like floating. Sleepy and tired. Sad and angry. 

I don't understand.

I didn't know how I survived the rest of the days. I kept going and going. Errands after errands. So many things to do. So many tasks to finish. 

My body feels like exploding. I wanted to cry and to shout but I can't. It seems like I'm loaded with anesthesia. Numbness all over me.

Right now,  I am physically exhausted. Emotionally drained.  

All I want is to sleep.