If only. This event was probably irrefutably influential, like geometry. Because no one from my circle of squares planned to attend, I wanted to go, simply to see if it measured up. Unfortunately, I was in no shape to leave the house.
I flopped around in my sweat-salted sheets, sick as a snake shedding skin. When I awoke the next morning, acute pain splintered through my neck. By my calculations, I had slept at a strange angle, protracting my illness and making my fever dreams even more obtuse.
[via maths]