In and out. Breathing makes me cough. In and out. Cough. In and out. Cough. I can feel the germs taking up space in my lungs, living there, thinking that my lungs are a great place to be. Party town, my lungs are. I can feel the party streamers flying through the air. I can feel that techo-hip/hop groove bouncing out through my chest. GermRavers. My own little colony of anarchists. They have no concern for my well being. They do not care that I am in survival mode as it is when I am healthy. They keep me up all night with their loud chest pounding rhythms. In and out. Cough. In and out. Cough. You just wait until my Immune System finds you. You won’t be so raving happy then, I tell you! You shall be squished! You shall be eradicated! In and out. Cough. In and out. Cough. I am so tired.