It felt like I were nailed shut inside a coffin and I'd wake up thrashing my limbs about much to my relief and watery eyes.
The entire night let me feel suffocated all the while I knew it's just my imagination, but a weight sat on my head, putting pressure on my throat, pinching my nostrils opening gateways to the most bizarre, most horrid dreams that were a contrite matinee of strange behaviour and shame.
There was a time much before sane waking hour when I contemplated waking up for the day but I let the alarm do it's duty and woke up in time for making breakfast and packing lunch after which I slept again because I was the most odd spectacle this morning that of a weeping zombie.
This is Day 2 of common cold and though I'm in full form to function I think I'd rather just lounge on the couch, rest away the sickness I brought on myself.
There is no one but myself to blame for this and for that I'm mad and angry with me.
My friend was sampling some perfumes last night and kept asking me for an opinion by shoving her wrists under my nose to smell the fragrance and by the heavens I could smell nothing save a faint whiff of stainless steel kissed by apples. Like residual champagne in a glass kept at the next table and so I wasn't much help at all.
The weather has made a turn for the worse.
It rained all day yesterday just moments after I thought that it was warm and now it's cold and dark and despondent and much like my mood.
I like.
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