Sick day

You awoke from your somewhat peaceful slumber and rub the sleep from your eyes as your mom, down stairs, yells for you to get ready for school, much to your dismay. As you trudge downstairs half asleep and poorly dressed you come to notice you aren't feel the greatest. You're head is spinny, and your nose is all sniffly and stuffy. At the last step, where your mother awaits your arrival, ready to scold you for waking up late, you say in that ever so sickly tone: " Mom, I'm not feeling good." Your mother's face softes, and she reaches out to feel your head with her palm, an ever so familiar feeling. Of course you're ushered back to bed by your ever so loving mother as she tucks you back in. No school for you it seemed. But you aren't complaining. You spend most of the day in bed, filling up a bin with tissue, and occsinally getting up to play with toys when mom isn't looking. At some point into the day yiu glace at the window and think: I'd be eating lunch right now.