A NARROW ESCAPE

In bed just after nine last night.
Having walked to the station from the flats and then back along the towpath in Bath I thought sleep would be easy but I made my way through almost five hours of radio before dropping off and then only for two hours waking at four fifteen. I slept again from six ten to six thirty when the alarm woke me.
I felt full of energy and decided to go to work. I walked to the station all the time thinking, ‘I shouldn’t be doing this,’ and the same as I bought my ticket from one of the machines.
I sat in the cafe, Bonapartes, cold and damp from sweating all the way there. When I got on the train I sweated more and started to cough, which was painful.
‘What the fuck are you doing?’ I said to myself, ‘it’s cold outside, you’re damp, coughing...you could get pneumonia, and all because you feel so guilty about missing work.’
I looked at the station clock said two minutes to go turned to the man next to me who was listening to something on an ipod.
‘Excuse me,' I said, 'excuse me,’ and got off the train when he moved out the way.