Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 202 – A lost day


Who says we need our bodies in order to work, or breath? Who says we couldn’t exist without them?

8.30 am Got dressed, feeling somehow strange and went to the bus stop.The first bus comes quickly and I get off after a couple minutes to change it with another. The strange feeling I am having amplifies. I think, maybe I caught the flu or something; I am going to make it. Several minutes pass and my feet can’t help me walk or stand anymore. The bus comes and I can’t get on it; I can’t move. I watch it helplessly as it goes away.

9,30 am I manage to cross the street in order to get back home. I sit on the edge of the sidewalk waiting for the buss again. An old lady comes really close to my face and asks me if I am okay. I say yes, thinking that I must be sitting funny if she asked me that. All the way home I feel like flying, being carried away by giant men who defy the rules of gravity. I am in my bed. Or is it someone else’s? I wouldn’t know, I can’t see anything.

12.55 pm My eyes open and I hear a voice asking me if I want o eat. I can’t move my head. I fall asleep.

13.50 pm I am joining my family for lunch. I don’t remember eating, but I must have ate something. I crawl back in bed. I see two Facebook messages in my inbox. I fall asleep as I try to read half of one.

15.00 pm I miss my daughter. I wake up and try to stay awake while she cuddles next to me in bed. I can’t.

19.00 pm The house is spinning around me. I want to leave my bed, but the option is not available. I’ve lost my voice, so I whisper a Ciao! as they go out to take a walk. I try to write my daily post. I fall asleep twice while doing it.

So, who says we need our bodies in order to function?


About the author

Ela Vasilescu

I’m a writer based in Florence, Italy.

Human nature inspires me, different cultures, traditions, folk stories and the differences which make us unique. Documenting stories is a privilege, a glimpse into humanity, an unforgettable experience, one which I embrace and honour every day.

If you have a story twitching in the back of your pocket, one that is ready to be told, shared and heard, chances are I will be ready to listen; so don’t hesitate to send me an email.

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Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu