Sick+Day+at+Home-+Grace



Tired, dizzy, weak, feverish, sweating I stay in bed all day. Nasty medicine like sand in my mouth. Alone in my room, Can’t see my friends, Thousands of needles exploding inside my head, My head is a twenty pound bowling ball, And I feel like the world is going to crash. Suddenly the world goes black! I start to come out of the crashing pain, Then I awake very quietly. My mom serves me like a queen, My dog is always close to me, No longer sick but, maybe I liked it better that way.
 * Sick Day at Home**