I sometimes wonder if the fates send us a sickness to slow us down.
A break in schedule.
A pass on commitments.
A pardon for obligations.
Congestion, exhaustion,
a detached, dizzy, light-headedness –
simply unable to function.
And when it lifts,
euphoria at a new lease on life,
reinvigoration,
excitement for all the possibilities –
once I can get out of bed.