Been sick all day.
Wrapped myself in my quilt.
My drink was on the nightstand, half finished, I couldn’t finish the rest.
My book lay on my lap, spread open, pages face down, half finished, I couldn’t finish the rest.
My head pounded.
My body trembled.
When will this sickness go away.
Coming and going of nausea.
A shadow creeps along my bedroom floor. I know who’s it is but I don’t know what they will do.
Not now. Please. I’m too exhausted.