The time I started to feel sick had arrived.
I had been having flu-like symptoms, mostly mild, for the past week.
I was feeling a little sick, but nothing that made me feel like a zombie or anything.
I hadn’t had a flu shot in months, so I didn’t have a prescription for an antiviral.
I also had a friend with a severe form of Lyme disease, and she had had a flare up for two weeks straight.
She’d been feeling really down about the whole situation.
I was also feeling a lot of anxiety, and I had tried to get rid of it in the past, but it kept getting worse and worse.
In fact, I’d been so depressed that I had spent the entire day staring at the ceiling, and couldn’t get any sleep.
Then, a few hours before bedtime, I had a new bout of the flu.
When I was sick, my body would go into a dormant state for a few days and then wake up and start working.
It would then begin to produce antibodies, which would kill off the bacteria and help me fight off the infection.
For the past month, I’ve been trying to get some sleep, and my roommate, who had been feeling a bit lethargic, had to spend most of her time on the couch.
My roommate was also a regular at the gym, and we had worked out together before.
She also had been taking a supplement that would give her immunity to a lot more things than just viruses.
After I started feeling worse, I tried to check my health on a regular basis, but the symptoms just didn’t seem to get better.
As my symptoms worsened, my friend was starting to notice some strange behavior that I hadn, until then, noticed.
One day, I was sitting in my living room, and a woman came up to me and started saying hello to me.
“How are you?”
The woman told me I was feeling very sick, and was worried about me.
I told her that I didn, too, and that I wasn’t too worried about it.
She seemed a bit relieved, but when I went to ask her what was going on, she said she didn’t know.
So, I told my friend I was worried that she was lying to me about my illness.
“Why would you lie to me?
What are you trying to do?” she asked.
“Are you just going to say that I have a fever?”
She went on to say, “I’m going to check in with my doctor tomorrow.
I don’t know if you have anything to worry about.”
I told her I didn�t want to lie to her, and, as I got up from my couch, I started crying.
We had been friends for a year, and had become good friends over that time.
That evening, we were going to a friend�s house, and the woman asked if we wanted to stay in the house.
At first, I said yes, but I was scared I wouldn�t get out of bed in time.
I was already so sick, so if I went into the bathroom, I could get my fever up again.
I then started crying, because I didn �t want my roommate to be scared and feel even more anxious than she already was.
However, I also felt a little nervous.
I wasn�t sure if I wanted to do this, so my friend offered to help me get dressed.
They were both dressed in their usual clothes, but they were all wearing masks.
It didn�ts make sense to me, and then my friend said, “If you don�t know what you are doing, I�ll call your mother.”
I was so confused.
What were they going to do?
I told them I didn?t want them to do it, and they both looked at me like, What?
I went back into the house and went into my bedroom, where I immediately noticed something was amiss.
I put on a mask, put on my mask and walked in to my room.
The next thing I knew, I felt something cold on my neck.
Everything was still there, but then the feeling shifted.
Suddenly, my hands were cold, my eyes were cold and I couldn�t breathe.
I didn???t even know why I felt that way.
What had happened?
I didn??t know.
But what I did know is that I felt the cold again.
This time, I knew that something had to be wrong.
There were other things going on in my room that night, but for the most part, it seemed like everything was still normal.
Then, the next morning, I woke up to the sound of a man in my bedroom door slamming.