Friday, November 7, 2008
chasing you out.
I keep chasing you out of bed with my coughs and clearing of the throat.
I hate that you leave to go on the couch, though I understand....
But when I am sick all I want is comfort from you and because you do not want to be sick
you treat me like I am the plague.
I wish you didn't hate sickness so much.
Posted by Joetta M. at 7:45 AM