From Far and Beyond of Nowhere

 Another week had come to a close. A couple of minutes after a deep sigh. The clanging of keys on the wooden polished floor met the beaming of rays from the evening sunlight coming from the windows above the green cushioned couch, I stared before me. I stood the same way, after the squeaking door, slowly shut, behind met, as I walked in. I could still feel the waft of expensive pungent perfumes on the brim of my nose, reminding me of the compliments that flooded in, from today. Water gushed from the tap, and I worked with my palms to freshen the face of intense labour, coupled with a strain to keep a proper approachable demeanor. My phone beeped and I turned to look at the mirror after a small peek at the notifications from the videos, I had watched on social media applications and the replies to texts I had sent through the day. "...Noo, let a man come healed...What type of man does that? Get a therapist...I can't be listening to all that whining..." A video played. ...