Friday, February 23, 2007

Marooned

My head is throbbing, pulsing along with my beating heart.

I lie in bed, unable to get up. It is warm in here, and beyond the air is cold and unwelcoming.

What's more is I am weighed down with nonstop thoughts, rushing through my head one after the other.

It won't be easy getting out of bed.

I rarely enjoy mornings like this.