I was amazed by my sick face in the mirror. The whole face was white including lips without a tint of red. It is not something that happens everyday. So, I was truly amazed.
For almost ten minuites, spasms in a strange rhythm ruled my body inside out. Mainly along the intestine path. I vomitted terribly. The cause is.. I don't know. My know-it-all mommy told me it is because I don't eat dinners. I think it might be chilian bass with too much oil, or oysters (or their cousin) pickled in a Korean style. Maybe it is my test anxiety. (it is intereting that, for any event, I can think of millions of reasons). Maybe god is punishing me for thinking too much about the theme of death, he/she thinks I am too arrogant. It might be also 'a butterfly effect' of someone in Madagascar peeing on the street.
Seven minutes past one PM;
I am powerlessly lying on my bed.
All I can move is these fingers typing. Usually, I enjoy the calm break the sickness offers. And all the special treatments. But, this is not really a good timing.
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