“you can’t be tired,” chortles a middle aged family friend, “you’re young!”

“really??” I exclaim. I had no idea. my exhaustion lifts off my shoulders, the bags under my eyes disappear. I no longer need sleep, due to my invigorating youth. I Am Free.

I read middle aged as Middle Aged and was expecting a plague reference.

“thou cannot have the black death,” the doctor scoffs behind his mask, “thou art youthful!”

“marry??” I exclaim. I hadst no idea. the fever lifts, mine own strength returns, the blackness fades from mine own skin. I am in perfect health, due to mine own most wondrous youth. I Am Free.