Sally opened one eye, and then the other was slow to react. Her whole body felt like it had been pulled through a field full of angry bulls backwards. Attempting to lift her head, she gave up. Even reaching for her mobile was an effort. Her arms, heavy and unresponsive, she regretted her new year’s resolution.
An exertion too many, the walking machine had pulled so many muscles she couldn’t even go to work today. ‘I’ve got the flu,’ she whispered. She wasn’t lying, not really. There was no chance of getting out of her bed without causing more pain to her over exerted legs.
She leant back into the soft, carefree pillows, and closed her eyes. She dreamt