Rain endlessly tapping its fingers on the window in boredom.  
The drops shooting light into my apartment from the streetlights.

Shivering, cold, I turn up the thermostat.
I now dress in sweats, hoping for relief from the cold.

Brain says you must eat, body says I must not.
I remain stasis, unwilling to move.

Now wrapped up in a blanket, the sofa my domain.
Wishing someone, anyone was here.

For the comfort of knowing humankind still existed.
Do you exist? Or are you fever induced?

Trembling, I fall asleep.
Hoping my answers come with the morning light.