the room is bright and cool
she sits on the floor, typing stuff on the laptop
irrelevant??
maybe but she needs to write or else she wont do anything else
a roll of tissue lies beside her
god knows if one roll is enough
some scrunches of tissues also,scattered on the concrete floor
she scratches her head,
sniffs once,
twice,
and wheezes.
one more sniff.
her head is pounding and she cant really hear clearly.
she needs a new set of songs and she cant compute with the world
right this second
her hearing is somewhat distorted
and mind you, her voice.
she keeps on singing Dream On by Aerosmith
cuz right this moment, her voice sounds like the last verse of the song
'Dream on, Dream on Dream on Dream on..aAaAaAa'
you gotta hear it to believe it.
she wouldve made Aerosmith proud
she takes another tissue paper and blows her nose.
she needs to settle her virology report and if possible, her SGD by tonight
but flew just wont make the journey easy
another blow.
her eyes are red and puffy.
she's not exactly pretty and she aint feelin it
wearing baggy clothes and sweaters
hooded and scruffy
this is one of those times where
(another blow)
she feels alone but fine
she takes some time off
sits upright
and continues her lab report
life goes on
flu or no flu
a little discomfort might just make tomorrow a better day
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