• I'm laying on my death bed.

    My life is chopped into four hour intervals....
    I lay unconscious for three hours "healing" and recovering from this attack on my body,
    and in the fourth hour I wake. I look around my bedroom and see dozens of little discarded puff tissues.
    They are dramatically white and remind me of death lilys...

    I am drowning, there is something evil inside my lungs.
    and in this hour I choke and cough, praying to purge it from my weakened body.
    It seems like an eternity.
    Twenty more minutes and I can take another dose of freedom
    from this pain, from this battle against...

    the common cold.