Just Another Day

the first hint of a shiver running down my spine I look to see what caused it but the meaning of it still hides the following day it hits again with a force that could not be reckoned by morning I am a mess with a pounding head i stress should I spend the day in bed or face the day ahead the thought of bed stays in my head but oh what will my boss say if I stay at home instead? clambering out of bed I say "a long day it will be today!" within the hour I knew that i was right constant sympathy "oh gosh, are you alright?" my bed all day, it calls me beckoning me home reluctantly I turn back round. to do the work that I now hold When five o clocks comes around Well, I've never moved so fast Settling back into bed, what a relief With a bit of luck please let this bug pass