I have no tears, but feel as though I should be crying. Though I do not understand why.
My tickle spots feel the pleasurable touch. No laughter comes forth.
I want to sleep.
I need to eat. No food seems satisfying.
I wither away.
There is a movie playing in the background.
It is one I like/liked. I know it by heart. I don't actually watch it. Don't need to. Don't want to.
Fear leaving my bed.
Today is a bad day.
There is a sharp spike drilling its way down into my brain, deeper along my spine.