I'm looking at my reflection in this table.

And I don't look that good.

I look tired and sick.

And my thoughts return to home.

I'm also tired and sick.

And I never get sick.

At least not that I'll ever admit.

A day ago I was in high spirits.

Which makes me think that this cold is getting the better of me.

Because I'm tired and sick.

And I shouldn't be missing.