My son had been ill over the weekend. A slight fever, nothing major but his cough got increasingly worse, so by Sunday night his breathing became difficult. 858 more words
Tags » Claustrophobia
In the hazy borders of my consciousness, I was already sure I was dead. Everything was cold, just like they always say it will be. My breath was ragged, my throat sore… but I was so aware of everything going on. 1,232 more words
You crave to have a FRIENDS set up with your neighbors, but at the same time you avoid them like the plague.
If you hear a neighbor open their door or the elevator rings and you are in the hall looking like crap and just wanting to get some takeout from the place across the street, you run, yes you run, to the nearest point out of sight. 306 more words