I don’t feel well. I awoke this morning with chills, body aches, and a mouth so dry that my taste buds were seeing mirages of ice-cold glasses of water. I climbed out of bed, actually fell out of bed would be a little more accurate, and collapsed on the couch. I always seem to gravitate towards the couch when I’m sick- it makes me feel safer for some reason. I suppose if I were to pass out or slip into a coma or something, it would take someone less time to find me on the couch than if I were in bed. (My Motto? “Always Be Prepared!”)
Once I lied down, curled up under my favorite leopard blankey, (Yes, Blankey. Got a problem with that?… didn’t think so.) and got my dog comfy right beside me, as he usually is- I realized, much to my dismay, that the remote control was across the room on top of the television set. Really? Why in the world would it be On Top of the TV itself?! *Sigh* The remote seems to be looking right at me, mocking me. Its just sitting there as if to say, “You’re incredibly comfortable laying there with your blanket and your dog. You know you need me, but I’m waaaay over here! I give all in this relationship- I’m always right there when you need me, conforming to you every whim with a push of a button. Well, not anymore. If you want me, you have to come to me.” I do my best Darth Vader impersonation, and try desperately to use The Force. But the remote just sits there, motionless, seemingly unaffected by my futile attempts to send it my way. As I push the dog aside, he gives me a grunt of disapproval. I stood-up long enough to swipe the remote control from atop the TV set, and then collapsed on the couch once again.
My plans for the remainder of my day includes writing, sleeping, blogging, sleeping, eating, and once again sleeping.
I hope your day was better than mine!
Kisses!
– Newbie.
Newbie Fiction Writer 