I rested in the crook of my brown leather couch.
Congestion clogged my right nostril.
And I struggled breathing,
Through the gross mess of puffy tissues.
Each episode of Hotel Del Luna
Left me quiet in a mass of blankets.
And I struggled sleeping,
Through the painful rest of my aching back.
Today I’m in a cozy gray sweatshirt.
Throbbing pangs climb up my left leg.
And I struggle sitting straight,
Through the Guild Wars 2 campaign.
When my Elementalist dies,
I want to lie down
And sleep soundly,
Through the long healing night.