imposed

The only way to describe yesterday is that it felt imposed upon them, as if it wasn't their time, their life, their needs that mattered. Something else was in charge. The something never showed itself. It was a dark cloud, a presence that seemed to drain them as they tried to complete their daily tasks and to reach the goalpost of a sound sleep. An invisible vampire. Once they crawled into bed, however, even the dreams wouldn't let them rest. An entity seemed to control every image, to wring the brief rainbows into acid rain showers. The imposition, for that is what it was, continued until dawn when it broke like a fever. Gone, leaving only the remaining drops of sweat drying on relieved skin.