I am addicted to this world and its wonders draw me in. Possibilities chirp and beg for attention. I feed them my time, my food, and the money from my pockets, but they are still hungry for more. I watch them multiply but rarely grow or take definite shape. They gather, these blurry little shape-shifters. They draw closer and start nipping at my toes when I have nothing left to feed them. Guilt follows me in my actions, everything that I do represents the neglect of something else. But not today. Today I am sick on the couch. Today I am happy to neglect everything and drink tea.