The Glass Wall

Dear Delyara, The wall is back today. I woke up and I could feel it—this thick, invisible glass between me and the rest of the world. I can see my family laughing in the kitchen, I can see the sun hitting the trees outside, but I can't feel any of it. It’s like watching a movie of a life I used to own. I don't know who built this wall, or why it keeps falling out of the sky, but today I’m just sitting behind it, waiting for the glass to clear. I’m leaving this note here so I don't feel so alone in the silence.