Ceiling fan on. Distributes lovely cool breeze.
Sheet covering body in bed.
Temperature of room: Balmy 101 degrees.
Sound: Waves crashing in the back.
This isn't some dream.
The room is hot b/c the body lying next to you has a fever.
The sounds aren't waves, that's the snoring & coughing coming from said body.
Who pretell is this host carrier:
Yea, yea, don't let the angelic smile fool ya.
Around these parts we like to call him Typhoid Cheeks.
He's spreading his love by sleeping in mommy's bed.
I think prisoners are coughed on less than what I was last night.
Alas the little boy is sick.
Not sure with what.
When I contract it in a few days I'll let you know.
So what's going on in your neck of the woods?