It was one of those gloomy winter mornings. Actually, ever since Augustus passed even the brightest sunniest days seemed cold and gray. I woke up to my biological clock deep down in my body that at some point just tells me I can't possibly sleep anymore and I just have to get out of bed. It was about twelve thirty and I had a gross taste in my mouth and a huge urge to cry. Even though its been a month, I still feel the huge emptiness and loss just like I did the second his mom called with the news. So I peeled myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and went back to bed. Soon I started crying, just like everyday. I cried until lunch time, then ate two bites of a sandwich and went back to bed I was crying as I fell asleep. I woke up an hour later to a massive headache and feeling like I was going to throw up any minute. I dragged myself to the bathroom feeling dizzy. I meant to take a shower but as soon as I got there I started throwing up. When I was done I got into the shower to wash up this disgusting useless day. I went to my room and put on a huge t shirt and got into bed. I hugged my little teddy bear I got when I was a baby. I cried but didn't manage to fall asleep. I was already used to being sick because I just always was. Throwing up was part of my daily routine' and crying and breathing were done in the same amount. It was just my life. I don't know how many long tiring hourspast before I jumped up with shooting pain.