I haven't spoken to a soul today.
I woke up to a poorly made bed soiled from sweat.
A muggy drizzle sat over my apartment pushing humidity throughout the confined air.
I was battling the pain of my stomach by trying to feed my mind. My cell phone had no messages. The internet had nothing but porn and words spoken thousands of times before.
I sat blindly in my chair feeling the pain with no motivation to eat or get dressed. I wondered if anyone else felt as I did in that moment.
I had waffles. Four of them. Just enough to make the pain go away.
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