Awake at 2 am with flu

My head is in a vice; my eyeballs and teeth hurt so much that I want to grind one with the other, but end up squeezing and scrunching and squirming instead.

I lie here in time frozen; melting, watching clouds pass and cover the moon, like opportunities scudding past.

I wait for the clouds to slow or stop, for them to knock on the moon's door, offering possibilities. I wait in vain as she sinks lower in the sky; willing her to grab one and choose.

So many pass, so quickly. Then her light is finally swallowed by the bleak, winter clouds. Perhaps they weren't opportunities after all.

Now I lie in full dark.

The view from my window morphs to the camera perspective of a supernatural werewolf film: intriguing and terrorizing, smoke-roiled and viscous, both at once.

I remain, waiting for dawn.

"Awake at 2 AM with flu"
Copyright 2017 Regina J McMurray
​Jan 9, 2017