Gravity and Colds

I have never been as mesmerised at a bodily occurrence as I was with the banging sensation of one's elbow until now, mid-way through a terrible cold. 

For two nights I was unable to lay down simply because my head was clogged with gallons of mucus and it just felt as though I was drowning when I lay horizontally, not to mention my blocked nose. Now that I am four days into my cold though, I have had only one blocked nostril at a time when I lay down, so now I sleep in my bed again and not on the uncomfortable thing that is our new sofa, which is convenient seeing as though the heater in my bedroom knows its bounds, unlike the heater in the lounge area which loves to watch the world burn. But the topic of heaters is not why I am writing today. 

I am writing today about the odd occurrence that happens while one is sick and laying down. To achieve what I am about to explain, one must have only one of their nostrils blocked. They then must choose a side to lay down on, preferably the side of the blocked nostril so as to allow a sufficient amount of air to flow through the former, and one must lay there in that position for about ten minutes, or until one feels the difference between the two halves of their faces. When that is the case, one must then fulfil the experiment and turn their bodies to the other side, the empty nostril, and that is when something strange happens. 

That gallon of mucus then, losing its hard texture, slithers down one nostril to the next, glides down the canals of your sinus on to the next canal. And there it sits just like it sat in the latter nostril, and it slowly begins to harden again. Overnight, despite however many times you move and despite how hardened your mucus becomes, if you turn in your sleep, the mucus will shift. It is the most bizarre feeling, feeling as though somebody has screwed your face open and is pouring gravy in your facial canals. This is even stranger now considering I have not caught a cold in two years time.  This all feels new to me. 

And as strange as this sounds, I will savour this mucus moment. I have no sense of taste nor a sense of smell nor any sense in my head, on that matter, for wanting this to last longer simply just to revel in the strange feeling it brings.