Thursday, March 14, 2013

100 Words a Day 213

He was in bed, ill. He was extremely uncomfortable. He couldn’t sleep. The discomfort kept him up long into the night.

There were two things that gave him relief, and he engaged in both as often as possible.

The first was fluids. He drank fluids the way a freshman drinks beer at a frat party. He only wished he’d had a beer bong so he could get the water down faster.

The second was lying down in the darkness. He couldn’t sleep, but resting with his eyes closed brought immense relief. It was the only way he could really relax.

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