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2003-11-17 20:44:15 ET Little bits of me kept falling off. I think it’s from the cold. How can I write an essay if I can’t keep my fingers from falling off every time I try to type? I try and sit still but even the shivering causes more of me to disintegrate. If I move slowly maybe I can make it to the kitchen. Something warm may just save me. Movements are slow, if I could just stop shivering! I wind my way through my messy bedroom and into the hallway. Almost there and I haven’t lost anything. Oops, there went my big toe. No overconfidence, stay focused. Through the living room. It’s clean now so no obstacles there. Around another corner… I made it. Still moving slowly I fill the coffee pot. Coffee. My last hope of survival. Minutes tick by as I wait for the yummy liquid to pour into the little class pot. Enough of my hand is still attached that I can pour myself a cup. Add a bit of sugar. Ahhhhhh. The warmness runs through me. Suddenly all of me is back together. Yeah!!! Coffee has saved the day. Now back to that stupid essay. |
