in a hundred words.

The lights are too bright. The air is too still. My feet feel heavy yet my mind is floating as if I am in a hazy dream. I feel hot, uncomfortably so. Everything is blurred at the edges. It feels like everything in sight is tinged with orange and red; my eyes feel droopier.

I drag on, systematically putting one foot in front of the other. In ten minutes I will be home, I think,  I fervently wish, feeling worse than waking up with a massive hangover. This ache permeated every inch of my body.

It’s not fun being sick.