Thursday, October 27, 2011

Sick Day

Evabird's home sick so we're still in our pajamas, reading poems and drinking Sprite and watching the slow, steady drizzle outside. I used to worry so much when she was sick. My heart would seize, and, measuring out eyedroppers full of medicine, I'd imagine all the ways I might lose her. This, though, is one of those popsicle-cured illnesses, so it just feels good to be lazy and warm and dry and have nothing to do but lick the sweet off our lips and wonder what we'll do next.

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