7 days till I go home to Cali, and here I am beginning to sniffle.
I can always tell when a cold is coming because my contact lenses start to feel like their trying very hard to annoy me.
I took my temperature; 97.7, whatever the fuck that even means.
I listened to Valentine's hush tone over the phone as he stepped out of work for the second time to check on me. "Wish I could put an apron on and make you tea and soup." he said. I laughed.
"Just an apron, right, nothing else?" I verified.
"Uh. Nah...I'd have on, you know, like the NASA space suit."
I laughed and he continued....
"With the, uh, with the apron on....don't wanna catch nothin"
My smile turned to a laugh, which turned to a cough.
Not sexy.
(©2009 Lotus B.)
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