Eleven hours of sleeping and waking because I decided not to take an antihistamine to help me sleep. I wake to sinus pressure, congestion and coughing, face ready to explode.
I can’t smell much, but what does get through is the acerbic stench of mold. I’m allergic to dust, pollen and…mold.
Next week, the university goes on winter break.
Next week the students upstairs leave for break, supposedly, again.
Next week, they should begin repairing leaks upstair, again.
After Next week they should assess the mold
in the bedroom where I sleep,
in the bathroom where I bathe, again.
It’s been eight months of next weeks, and each week I’m hopeful, again.
Fool me once, fool me twice, fool me time and time again.
