The Stillness - Confession 99

I write this lying in bed, typing away on a clicky keyboard. I'm not listening to any music, the door to my room is closed, and even my birds are (temporarily) quiet. All I can hear is the breath from my stuffy nose, and the clicking of the keys as I spill my brain into another text file. I am here, right now, because I feel miserable. This morning I got up and, during my usually embarrassingly…