When you are ill you can’t beat fever for value. Fever knocks you straight out. Sends you into oblivion. When your fever hits pitch you don’t even care any longer. About anything.
Then you wake up. Restored.
For reasons I have not yet examined the hours of the night never seem to count. No one expecting you to do anything. It’s like playing hide and seek with yourself. It’s why I love small children. By way of entertainment I played hide and seek with my siblings and my youngest sister just stood there in the middle of the lawn, in full view, covering her eyes with her tiny hands. The logic, I suppose, that if I can’t see myself no one else can see me either. A heartbreaking and defining moment in my life.