Saturday, December 25, 2010

Ill

Saturday, December 25, 2010

The world roared in merriment. Wanting only to be enclosed in silence, she hid in her room to shut everything out. The soreness in her throat, the hot pressure behind her eyes, and the weakness of her limbs afforded her a reason to stay in bed for days on end. Staying in bed enveloped in darkness and bundled in the comforting warmth and tightness of an old blanket gives her a sense of relief.

With her illness as the perfect excuse, she didn’t have to feign interest on anything - not on yuletide and not even on the things that used to give her so much pleasure. She can just close her eyes and pretend to be asleep. But sleep, without the aid of medication, doesn’t come easy. For hours that roll into days, she replays each conversation and every single thing that she said and did wrong.

Her solace lies in solitude and in knowing that she’d recover soon.
 
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