Over this past weekend, I developed a cold. For those who don’t know, a cold is a possibly fatal condition that stems from inhaling cold air molecules. Approximately 60% of all people in America have suffered from this condition at one point. However, don’t bother looking this statistic up. I made it up. Anyways, my situation first began earlier this Sunday. I woke up in a cold sweat, knees shaking, heart racing. My throat was a little sore. I couldn’t believe the immense amount of pain I was in. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t scream. It felt like…a part of me was missing. Reluctantly, I went back to sleep, hoping that the pain would slip away. The next day, my condition was even worse. My throat started to hurt a little bit more, and my nose was runny. I tried to scream out in agony, but no one could hear me. I started seeing things, particularly something that I called the “Cough Drop Man”. Whenever I would close my eyes, I would see a big creature come at me screaming “IT’S TIME TO TAKE YOUR COUGH DROPS.” Now, I’m not sure if it was ever real or if it was just the Tylenol talking, but nevertheless, something was going on. 

After an eternity of suffering (2 days), it seems that luck is finally on my side. I finally vanquished the Cough Drop Man. I finally got over my sickness. Now I can finally see brighter days.