Night Walk

Being sick sucks. The gnawing ache pulling at your back and shoulders, your nose and sinus filled like a splitting stuffed bell pepper, pulsating dull pain piercing the back of your skull and splashing throbbing against your forehead.

The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and you feel like you’re going to paint the inside of your bedroom with a myriad of unsanitary colors.

"Ugg," you think to yourself, "I'm just going to sleep for a week."

Exhausted, a wave of calm washes over your body and you gently lay your aching torso back against the bed. As you close your eyes you can feel your nude form melting deeper into the soft mattress. The sensation increases, sinking deeper and deeper until you fall asleep.