The ten hours of sleep you got the night before just wasn’t enough because you’re sick. You go through the day in a stuffy, achy, hot/cold daze. You can’t focus on school work or work work. The smallest negative comments push you into a zone of agitation. You replay sad days in your head despite your best efforts to be positive. You’re torn between wanting someone to hug you and tell you it will be alright and wanting to be left completely on your own. You try your hardest to brush of the little stresses, work past the illness and exhaustion, and just get stuff done. But as the night rolls in you find yourself just sitting at your computer, staring at the blinking cursor on the blank document intended for homework, listening to Mumford & Sons, and wishing you could be transported to somewhere different—another time, another place, another body, another life.
