At this moment

My right foot tingles I have been sitting too long in this position, crosslegged as always, no matter where I am sitting. This was the bane of my mother's life, "sit properly at the table" a phrase I heard, but never seemed to penetrate my memory, because I needed to be told every time I sat at the table. It's not just my foot that's uncomfortable I realise. There are goosebumps on my arms indicating that the temperature is a little too low for comfort. Then my body as if to remind me of it's traitorous behaviour is racked by coughing and I am suddenly aware of all the little muscles that fill the spaces between my ribs, they're a bit tired of all the coughing and the whole thing has become a bit painful. A steaming mug has been placed next to me by someone who is kinder than I am. I wrap my fingers around it and enjoy the too warm feeling it gives them, before I have to pull them away because it really is just too warm. I try to inhale what I know to be the comforting aroma of double happiness green tea, but alas, I can't breathe through my nose. I take a sip and enjoy the feel of the tea burning down the back of my throat and into my stomach. And for some reason, as I am experiencing all this, I type it on my keyboard and watch strangely fascinated as my thoughts are emptied onto a computer screen, leaving my head vacant.