Monday
Feb052007
when I am sick
I wail about the cold, tiled kitchen floor.
I get up before everyone, prepare breakfast, unload the dishwasher, feed the dog, rearrange the pillows on the sofa, tie shoes and crawl back into my bed, peaceful and absolved.
I remember my best friend in high school who would always bring my homework along with a magazine and update me with all the latest gossip.
my thoughts are scattered and random, but I believe this is when I do my best writing.
I dream about my father whom I haven't seen in 5 years.
and I know I look awfully tired, you don't have to remind me.
when I am sick the school nurse always calls to tell me one of the boys just threw up or has a high fever and I need to pick him up.
today it was Sean.
Reader Comments (15)
I hope Sean lets you sleep. May you get better very quickly.
Renatta