I have days like that all the time. I haven't been able to breathe properly since I got up: the air is too thick and I'm too slow, but if I don't stop, if I don't stop pushing my way forward, I'll make it through. I'm looking outside now, to choose a direction to point myself in--
And the stairs are made of light today, and my castle's in the air.
(Brought to you courtesy of the First Annual LJ Rabbit Hole Day.)