Woke up in utter misery. My stomach feels like something is fighting to break out of it. I call in sick. Almost all morning I kneel on the bathroom floor, my head in the toilet. I keep trying to make myself puke but nothing will come. I try and try, straining so hard that the blood vessels in my face feel monstrously engorged. But nothing ever happens to me.
In the evening my stomach is feeling a little better. I make myself some tea, wrap myself in a blanket, and sit by the window. I am shocked to see a crowd of 10 or so people having a candlelight vigil on my neighbor's lawn. How could that woman have been so popular? The people begin to hum together and my sickness returns. I wander upstairs and shut the lights off.