Wherever she goes, the dark clouds follow

Another day on Earth, another day with the dark cloud hanging over your head. Even on a sunny day like this it hovers over you like a massive, uninvited umbrella. It shades you from the warmth and light, casting a morbid black shadow over your steps. As you look above and below all you see is various shades of grey dissipating into a drowning blackness.

You try to wake up from this neverending dream of living, of breathing and the dark cloud is still there. Have you not awaken at all?