Lump

To the right is Julius Caesar, my brother, as mentioned in my previous post.

Sick.

Home, sick.

Two words, that when put together, can be good or bad.

I hate them.

I hate being "home sick",

and yet, it's really great.

When you're a kid, sick days are awesome.

You stay all burrowed in blankets on the sofa,

Watching tv and eating soup while your mother frets over you.

When you're able to stay home sick by yourself,

It's not as 'magical', per se,

You just chill in a comatose state on the couch,

Glassy eyes glaring at the tv screen,

Sneezing and hacking up half a lung.

Yeah, sick days are alright.

Except when you're a stupid, guilt-ridden person.

I feel guilty when I miss school,

Even when I am snot-nosed and red eyed.

So I'm currently feeling guilty,

Sitting on the couch, watching true crime shows,

And soaking up fluids like a sponge.

Have you ever noticed that when you're coming home, to take on that sick day,

All the people in their cars, going to work, going about their days.

It's like a secret world, I think.

The weekday world is sort of mythical to me.

I am stuck in school for five days a week,

Blind and deaf to what goes on outside of the school.

So I sort of savour any chance I get to see the world outside of school.

The drive home is the only part about sick days that I really like.

An while I was riding home today, I thought,

Well, if I had my license, it would be so tempting to just go.

Just get in my car and drive off.

Go.

I've already planned a bit of a skip day,

At some point,

With a certain person called Lily.

We're just going to go,

And drive off and do fun things for a day.

But just one.

I need just one little glimpse at weekday freedom,

And I shall be satisfied.

Alright,

I'll leave you to your day.

Your Monday, Monday.

Hope it isn't a "home sick" day for you.