Quattuor

So I’ve been in bed all day today, people have come and gone. This feels like the beginning of another bed bound bender. There’s a smell coming from the corner of the room, which means George needs me, but I don’t feel like I can help anyone else when I can’t even help myself. I won’t go there again, I must get up tomorrow! The world doesn’t stop turning when I say it should. Memories are keeping me going. I’ve found a few.