It was not my first instinct, and yet I said it anyway. Why had I done that? Afterwards I stared at the screen, head throbbing. I wanted to go to bed. I went to bed. I had run that day and thought my legs would hurt in the morning. In five hours I woke up, an indication of how little sleep I’ve been getting, feeling not quite refreshed, not quite tired. The hour that I spent with them means my legs should hurt. They don’t hurt. I’m not tired or refreshed. I feel nothing. Today I have no body.