It's that feeling when you wake up, that it's the most warm, safe, cozy place you've ever been, why would you get up? The cotton flannel sheets come up just right over your nose and mouth, allowing you to breath without suffocating you, but keeping you warm. The good feelings from the dream you had still linger in your subconscious. Your head swims, a little dizzy from the cough medicine you took at 3am when you couldn't stop coughing...
I called in sick today. I always feel guilty calling in sick. I am sick, but I could have gone to work. I'd be miserable and coughing on people all day. So, I'm sorry, but not too sorry. I won't beat myself up over it.
I just thought to write about it now. It's at that point when it would no longer be feasible to go in for the rest of the day. Almost like that feeling when you would stay home from school and the clock would hit 3:30pm and you knew all your friends were home too... at least that's how I was. I didn't have to feel guilty anymore - even if I was truly home sick...
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