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.

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