Confined

So my doctor has confined me to bed for the next three days. Rest is the only cure for the virus that is ailing me, she said.

Rest? I suppose I've been running full-out for too long. I've pushed my endurance, insisted on pursuing a social schedule that occupies a minimum of 5 out of 7 days, and working too much to make up for the 6 weeks I took off earlier this year to deal with my sister's illness.

And I suppose there are worse things in life than being confined alone to a tempurpedic bed with 1000 thread-count sheets in a room filled with books and light.