The worse thing about being sick for three months? All the blood work and ultrasounds you have to get done. I hate needles. I am a quivering, feverish mess.
It’s one of those days where a headache seems to be everywhere all at once. Even my eyelids hurt, my fingertips.
I love sleep more than any human should.
Well aren’t you just the sweetest thing I’ve encountered all day?
You belong between the lines of my palm when I close my hand.