How does 'flu' morph into whole-body infection?

A sense of well-being so profound that I did not want to go to sleep.

The narrative was too constricted; it was like a fetus strangling on its own umbilical cord.

I started all over again on page 1, circling the 262 pages like a vulture looking for live flesh to scavenge.

What a writer brings to any story is an attitude.