-Headcold 7:49 PM-

One, Two, Three

I drift in and out of conciousness

My eyes blur, become clear, and then blur again.

I want to get up.

Three chimes from the clock, and I'm still in bed.

Stroke one, I turn over

Stroke two, I wrap my arms around my pillow

Stroke three, I curl into a ball.

My novel rests with me

Lying on her belly, and streched out across pages 72 and 73

I'm careful not to disturb her

I must remember page 73.