Sick Days
Sticky gooey sickly.
That feeling you feel,
When all you feel,
Is that miserable sick you've known for years.
These days make you want to just lay down,
Burrito yourself in a blanket,
Sleep for days,
Or read many books,
While drinking your favorite tea in your favorite cup.
If only those days could be so simple.
Then there comes the priorities.
WoRk, WoRk, ScHoOl, LaUnDrY, ClEaNiNg.
Today is definitely a sick day,
But It's not the type of stay home sick day.
I have a headache.
Copyright © Autumn Patrick | Year Posted 2016
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