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Micro 100 #18 Boostered [179.3] 100 words

It was the getting up to pee. Hit or miss. Take another sip of water. Do not dehydrate, they told me.

Every hour.

Aches and pains, toss and turn. Ears, jaw, arm.

The refusal of my leg to support my weight, the wobble, the fear of falling.

I didn't dream. I just stressed. I napped eyes reluctantly fluttering to chills and fever.

I left my door unlocked so they wouldn't have to break down my door to retrieve my putrefying flesh.

The following night I slept better than I slept in years. It won't be the virus that kills me.