As he cancels, he lays and waits for the day to come around, the day when he won't be sick again. As he lays in bed, he doses off, then wakes to the view of the overhead ceiling that is always looking down on him. Watching him. He imagines if only he weren't feeling like complete garbage and he was'nt coughing up massive amounts of green and yellow globs of goop; he could be enjoying her company. If his nose was'nt running like an ethiopian in a marathon; he could be the witness of something great, that something would be her smile.
Instead, he drinks water and chews vitamins, as it begins to rain. The rain hits the roof of the small RV, sending the loud noise through the structure. A small, electric fan runs, and the rain being to scream louder. As he leans up to go use the bathroom, he puts his sock-covered feet to the ground and they begin to dry up the wet floor that's in front of his bed. leaks. leaks somewhere. He stands, opens the door, and does what he has to. He shuts the door and changes socks. lays back, and slowly begins to take him mind else where. some place where he wants to be: anywhere but here, being sick...
Instead, he drinks water and chews vitamins, as it begins to rain. The rain hits the roof of the small RV, sending the loud noise through the structure. A small, electric fan runs, and the rain being to scream louder. As he leans up to go use the bathroom, he puts his sock-covered feet to the ground and they begin to dry up the wet floor that's in front of his bed. leaks. leaks somewhere. He stands, opens the door, and does what he has to. He shuts the door and changes socks. lays back, and slowly begins to take him mind else where. some place where he wants to be: anywhere but here, being sick...
