I think I was semi-conscious.
Maybe I was dreaming, maybe thinking,
it was my birthday and nine people were over. Out of the blue, every one of them wanted to puke.
And I woke up with this huge urge to vomit.
It's almost nine in me, I wonder how I survived in the dark there.
You know, vomiting is a scary thing.
Second to injections.
Anyhow, I did live,
but there's a mosquito in the room.
Because my arms started to itch real badly, and I thought I had some incurable disease.
I hope the mosquito gets my illness and die.

It's half past four in the morning.
Can I call you?
But I'll probably not talk, because I feel really unwell.
If you don't wish to speak too, it's fine.
Then I'll just lie, listening to the secrets of your breaths.