Today, I gave in to the flu and general exhaustion that's been dogging me for a few weeks. I called the boss, agreed to check in every few hours in case anything urgent came up and then declared today to be a sick day. After standing in a hot, steaming shower, I had a glass of hot ginger ale and then went to bed.
Cotton lay down, right beside my head. Tallulah lay sideways, across the bed, with her head resting on my tummy. Winter sat on the other side of my head and lulled me to sleep with his purrs. When I woke up three hours later, they were still there. My ears still ache and my chest still wheezes, but the fever is broken. I'm starting to think that I might just survive.
The point of the story being:
Sometimes you need more than just rest. Sometimes, you need the moral support of your loved ones too.
Friendly Fill-ins ~ Week 97
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