Description
Everyday life feels like wearing uncomfortable shoes: you have to keep going, but every step is a struggle. In your head, you're thinking about the beach, bare feet in the sand, badminton on the grass, and a few silly dreams that make it easier to breathe. The repeated “I wish it were Friday” sounds like a spell: let the cage open, let the spinning top stop spinning. Laughter through fatigue, tired shoulders, but inside there is still this stubborn anticipation of freedom - even if only for two days.