Daily story, June 8, 2025

I had lain there so long a layer of dust had settled over me. Weren’t you supposed to get bedsores and blood clots? Weren’t you supposed, at least, to get bored? I took a deep breath in through my nose, and thought that I would sneeze, but I didn’t. The dust on my upper lip didn’t even move. It was past time I got up, but I needed just a little longer.