A feeling

It's that special feeling. The one that wakes you in the middle of the night, the feeling that sets you sweating, that reminds you yet again of how the essence of your humanity is the body, and not any thoughts

Now the thoughts simply won't come clear through the shaking and spasms.

You know the feeling.

You've had the chills. You've shaken hard. You've hit your head. Your muscles have tired and tightened.


Your vision has blurred.

The furniture circles you ominously, the ceiling mists up and drifts away.

Can you maintain yourself long enough for relief?

Nausea's a bitch.