Sick Day

Sparkly nails and coffee cups,

a rumpled comforter,

sunlight on my bare skin…

Today feels like fuzzy socks

and comfort food

and not leaving my bed.

I’m sorry, but I don’t think

I’ll make it in today…

Author: kayfucius

Curating Personal Year 9. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass. View All Posts

K. Elle Peach, Writes says:

August 22, 2019 at 5:02 am

This sounds utterly lovely!

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1. kayfucius says:
  
  August 22, 2019 at 5:04 am
  
  I think so, too! Haven’t had one of those in a while. lol.
  
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