Everything is Fine

I don't have any appetite, no longing for cookies or crisps, not even chocolate. Neither coffee nor tea have any appeal to me. I consider a beer, but that too I decline with a tilt of the head. I don't feel like working or reading, even though the book that I carry around with me these days is quite good. I don't want to watch a film, or listen to any music.

I don't know what to do. It's late at night and the whole world is asleep. My body is exhausted, my muscles are yawning, demanding some rest. However my mind is wide awake, sharp like a hungry butcher's favourite knife. It's odd to be up like this, to send orders from your brains to your limbs and watch them resist, but then, maybe not enough to call it an oddity.

I start a mental tour through my body, to check if everything is alright. I begin with my left hand and see if it feels normal, then on to my arm, where there's nothing wrong either. My shoulders, my neck, my chest, everything is operating fine. Throughout my body I feel no unusual pain, no part that show any needs or deificits. Not even an itchy spot. Good, I think, everything is fine.