At Home with a Cold

(451 words)

“Ugh, I hate being sick… ACHOOO!” This is what happens when you have a lot of friends over who are sick. I should have canceled movie night.

“Bless you my darling.” Oh dear, she’s so sick today, how can I ever lift her spirits?

“Dank you… I don’t know if I can do dis right now.” Writing creatively is the last thing I can do with my head pounding like this.

“Then don’t sweetheart! Go play a video game. You just got a new crazy miniature golf one, didn’t you?” She should just blow everything off and be lazy today.

“Yeah, that did look like a lot of fun. A lot more fun than trying to write with a foggy head.” Why should I even bother trying to write when I couldn’t even make it in to work? Good thing it’s Good Friday, so a lot of people won’t be at work anyway.

“If you can’t write, my dear, how about a productive activity, like making an Easter Basket for your sister’s kids?” Goofing off all day is not responsible, even when you’re feeling sick. I wish he would just keep his mouth shut.

“I...” Ohhh…. My head….

“Don’t bother honey; I ate the last chocolate bunny yesterday.” Hehe… That’ll stop that interfering goody two-shoes.

“Oh, you little fiend! Those bunnies were for the basket!” Against all the goodness that I am, he makes me want to strangle him!

“You can still make a basket, but it’ll be so lame!” Haha, I am the best trouble-maker ever!

“Why I oughta!”

“You oughta do what sister? You can’t touch me.”

“No, but I can make your life a living hell!”

“Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.”

“You make me want to scream.”

“I make all the ladies scream…”

“AUGH!”

“HAHA!”

“QUIET! You two are making my headache worse! I wish I couldn’t hear you two sometimes and right now is one of those times.” I better give them something to do so I can rest. “Angel, please prepare the ham dinner tomorrow. Demon, why don’t you go play the game, I think there’s a space ship level.”

“Of course, my dear, anything to help you.” Maybe resting is the best thing for her to do.

“Yes, sounds like fun!” I won this round; she’s not going to do anything productive today, or all weekend.

“And lastly, both of you better stay silent. If I sleep through today and tomorrow, I just may be able to go to the sunrise service on Sunday.” Dear God, please watch over me. Better yet, maybe watch over me a little less and take those two away. Surely someone else deserves them more than I. Amen.