Hotel Confinement

It’s only day 8 but it feels much longer. I’ve seen the sunrise and sunset more times in a week than in the last 10 years. I go to sleep but my brain doesn’t. I lie down for my body to rest but my heart doesn’t. I close my eyes but the lights don’t go out. There’s a feeling in my stomach that starts as a dull throb that I try to ignore, but it spreads slowly to a full body sensation that creeps over me like the fog filling a valley. I guess it would be defined as anxiety but I prefer to call it un-freedom, the reaction of my body to enforced confinement.