My ribs feel like they are being crushed. Its like I am entwined in the coils of a great snake and it is squeezing me to death. So I lay in my bed. My head throbs, it makes sounds hurt, and light ache. I closed my curtains. What time is it? How long have I been here? When did I lay down? Breath. Live. Think. My heart is beating, my lungs are taking in cool spring air, the curtains over my open window float gently in the breeze. My feet are cold. I want summer. Its too easy to live the I do, its too easy to forget, when the rest of the world remembers. There is a bruise on the back of my hand, I am not sure where it is from, but it isnt pretty. I want to barf. I am tempted to lay in my bed forever, tempted to stare eternally at my celing. Why does my body ache? I felt so alive yesterday, I felt so young and warm and full of energy. I ran around outside on the grass, under the springtime sun. I took a shower. The hot mist settled on my body and I never felt so clean, so good, so refreshed. I stood in the steam and let the water flow over me. I felt perfect yesterday, what happened to today? My body aches. I am going to sleep.