Autumn Colds

Being sick is like being trapped in limbo. You never feel fully awake or fully asleep. Your weary mind fails to comprehend the most basic tasks; making food preparation or getting dressed seem like impossible challenges. Time loses its meaning. Everything is trapped in a state of stasis. The only passage of time you note is when the pills wear off. Days of the week no longer matter. Your world constricts into the size of your bedroom; your bed the only continent you have a working visa to remain in. Certainly there are galaxies beyond your door, but who has the energy to explore them? If you can't tell from my over-dramatic prose: I've got a bad cold.