I Wrote This At 4am Sick With Covid -

I don't know what the next few days will bring, but I'm trying to focus on the present moment. I'm trying to take it one sentence at a time, one word at a time. It's not easy, but it's worth it.

For one night, make ice chips your whole identity. They numb the throat, they hydrate, and the crunching noise gives your brain something to focus on besides the feeling that your lungs are lined with sand. i wrote this at 4am sick with covid

You hit save, fell back into the pillow, and watched the ceiling fan reach a verdict. By the time the sun started to bleed through the blinds, you’d forgotten the trial entirely, leaving only those strange, midnight hieroglyphs behind as proof you were there. share a snippet of what you actually wrote, or should we try to refine those fever-thoughts into something more structured? I don't know what the next few days

The hardest part of “I wrote this at 4am sick with covid” is what happens at 7 AM. For one night, make ice chips your whole identity