#Chapter76
I force myself to go out, even though Mico made it clear I should ring him if I needed anything at all. I figure some air and a little walk might help me shift this overall fatigue, heaviness and cotton wool brain. After weeks of being apartment bound and then stuck here, I maybe just need a little exercise and a change of scenery to feel better.
As luxurious and well decorated as this modern man-pad is, it’s still like being trapped in a five-star prison, and I am sick of being behind walls all the time.
The weather is awful, still windy, pouring with rain and completely hostile. I barely get two streets, struggling to face the onslaught of lashing rain when I realise this was a dumb idea and I should never have ventured this far. It was a struggle to get here, and I am so out of breath I can barely gasp enough oxygen to fill my lungs. I am so run down and sick and I overestimated my ability to venture outside.
