In transition...

Today has been such a horrible day. I can't remember the last time I spent the entire day in bed because I was sick. Hmmm... actually I do. I had my period that day. It can't seem to remember what day of the week it was. I spent the entire day in bed. I lost count of the ticking minutes. The sun rose and set. I lay there. All by myself. It hurt like nothing else. I was weak. Couldn't move. I opened the door for my maid at some point.

I cocooned in my matchbox mezzanine. The tiny window threw in dancing shadows of light and shade. I slipped between the conscious and the unconscious. Darkness and light. My stomach growled - Both in pain and in hunger. My legs grew stiff from lack of movement.

He came to visit me in the evening, after work. He brought a packet of maggi with him. He made me eat it. I wanted him to stay. He left. The maggi wouldn't stay either. I threw it all up right after he left.

Another phone fight later I shrunk under my blanket. The sun broke my slumber. It was a bright day outside. The pain had evaporated. It was time to be part of the grind again.