All I ever do is count down until I can turn my brain off and relax.
I time how long until I can get home, from the minute I wake up in the morning my brain goes : 12 hours and 45 minutes until it’s acceptable to get back into bed.
When will I have a life that I enjoy enough to not mentally calculate how long until it’s over?
“The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.”