Sniffles.

That stuffy feeling of sorrow. A record into the next morning, of- last night. What do you do? nothing.. Its traveled into the front of your head now, creating the slight pressure of an oncoming headache. Dry eyes from the lack of tears become a habit- “you’ve used enough for tonight, no more.” -your mind says. Building tension in the back if the brain signals pulses to the front using a series of pulleys and ropes and other complex thingies scientists and psychologists haven’t even discovered. But you know how it works. And you know what its called.