Just when I thought all the coughing is gone. It merely lurks behind the shadows when I’m about to talk or sleep. Cough, cough, cough. That has been my bane the last few days. My voice is cracked up to bits. I could hardly speak but I guess the voice is improving with the series of bed rest administered to sooth the strain of existence. Hardly becoming an agoraphobic, I simply couldn’t expose myself to the rigors of the blustery season. For now.
But tomorrow or the next is another day. I will rise and shine in no time.
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