I Am Ill

A day spent on bed, as I am ill,

I am missing my friends as they always make me chill.

Suffering from fever from the late dark night,

No dreams and thoughts in yellow dim light.

I am greatly missing that yummy and spicy food,

As these mouth-watering dishes always make a good mood.

Sitting alone in a room looking curiously out the window sill,

My position was like a statue no movement, sitting still.