Sickness had subjugated his physical being. The symptoms seemed innocuous enough to be discounted as something bromidic. The congestion of the sinus desiccating the body to the sate of near mummification. The nostrils and eyes becoming tiny fountains of saline tainted mucous. Some microscopic banditry at work chipping steadily away at one’s strength and power of resistance to the collective assault. Days past but nights persevered forth on endlessly. The flesh was weakened. A dryness of mind in limited outlook ensued forcing the existential. Past and future blotted out by ceaseless discomforts endured throughout the night. A dry cough chiming in to curse the lungs with the possibility of a mother load of phlegm hidden in the barrel shaped casing of a restless volcano below. An extreme sense of lethargy governed the course of daily existence. Trips to the bowl to hack from above like the petty dictator of a tiny porcelain universe. The incessant madness by tickle and drip. The crest of which is expelled in short blasts like a wind whipped ocean wave. The drama of life’s external concerns was extinguished by a self-serving predilection with tissues to alternately serve and irritate those red hot hollow orifices of the nose. Day after day the hope of a general departure delayed. Waiting in vain heavily upon this internal rock hard plastic glacier. Waiting impatiently for it to finally shatters and fall away. One might have though one possessed by an unseeable demon. Fallen under the spell of powers unknown. Who then in this unseen endless universe sent these hell hounds out to despoil? Vast peaks of Kleenex pile high and relief can only be envisioned as an unhindered surrender to the oblivion of total exhaustion.
Perhaps somewhere now lost, misplaced within memory is that long departed future, there might be the continuation of what had once been known as just another day?