As my stomach churns I lunge to the physical comfort of my air mattress.
Breathing out the small relief I feel familiar brimming of salty soon to be sticky drops preparing to take the final leap.
Sorrow racks me as I sob. Temples pierced with sharp tension pulse as I try to keep my episode volumeless. Sighing with trembles I am able to pull my mask back up with my stained, moss hued blanket. I throw a cover over my mind and lock my eyelids quickly, pretending not to see what I am doing to myself.