On this fair morn of muddled brains
Where eyelids flutter like
Vibrantly colored butterflies

My mind twirls like a wayward starling in an ethereal dance

Behold!

A sick day, a welcome respite from the mundane woes of daily existence.

In my cocoon of blankets, a symphony of sneezes and moans become a tender ode to frailty. A delicate reminder of my plight.

Imprisoned within this realm of the weak, I embrace this fragile moment with open arms.

The June winds howl outside my window, unleashing their tempestuous tongue upon the world. Yet nestled within these silken fabric confines, I find solace in the palpable silence.

A sanctuary of coughs where time bends and strretches like a yo-yo on an infinite string.
Oh, sweet clock, release me from your grip of infinite ticks. Release me from this endless spiral of aches and pains.

King, Patterson and the luminous Harry Potter
beckon from my bookshelf their adventures a tantalizing escape from this hazy purgatory of tissues and therapeudics.

And so, I devour their pages, hugrily...