My mind is blank,
besides the thoughts of last night’s dream:
“Why would Harrison Ford want to hijack a plane?”
I try to think
but draw a blank.
My brain is shaking inside my skull
as it overheats and I become dizzy.
I try to write,
but nothing comes to mind.
All I can think of is that vivid dream
as the game you’re playing holds your attention
more than I could wish to.
My body is cold,
my belly is sick,
but not to the point of vomiting.
I can only hope for this to pass.
As the feeling grows stronger,
I begin to wonder,
‘Perhaps solid food will help?”
I leave the room,
no remarks from you.
Not a question of my silence
nor why I am leaving;
you just continue your game
as I stumble through your halls.
My head is hot,
my body is freezing.
“Don’t take without permission,”
but don’t have the strength to call out to you.
I just force down some water
and climb up the stairs
to realise what I need
But I don’t want to bother you,
as I often do
so I continue my pain in silence.