Scribble: I've been sick, and someone's been sweet.

      With a heartfelt sigh, she excitedly danced upon the hardwood floors, her stiff, bare toes still aching from their temporary disuse. A radiant smile beaming upon her tired, gentle face, she held the worn and weathered box to her heart, twirling and stepping on air in excitement. The faint ghost of a cough tickled her swollen throat, but the dancer still smiled, unkempt hair flowing freely with each graceful movement.
      I'm the luckiest girl in the world, she thought, looking down at the familiar curls and lines written as a name. Thank you, she whispered in her heart, another sigh slipping past her lips, as thoughts of a warm bed and a familiar pair of arms teased her into another twirl. Closing her eyes, the dancer could only see the bright blue eyes so familiar to her heart, as her cheek instinctively nuzzled rough cardboard flaps, feeling only the softest of skin.
      The sound of a gentle ring tugged at her ear, as the lithe dancer glided, without so much as a stumble, over to the flashing, chirping phone. Still holding the box to her heart, she let slip a giggle, a loose sleeve sliding down her arm.
      "Feeling any better, love?" cooed a gentle voice, tickling her ear with sweetness.
      "I am now," came the raspy whisper, followed by another trickle of laughter. "Thank you..."

Scribble: I've been sick lately...

      Sunlight slipped through dusty, half-open blinds, as the sounds of passing cars drifted in through the glass. Glowing copper in the dancing light, unkempt locks shifted atop the cocoon of comforters and sheets, the rest hiding beneath overstuffed pillows.
      "Plan on staying in bed all day?" chirped a quiet voice, as a pair of bright eyes searched, to no avail, for the hint of a face in all the mess.
      "When it's warmer out there than it is in here, I'll consider an alternative," came the grumbled reply, as the would-be sleeper felt her companion slide beside the mound of fabric. Rolling around to catch a pair of familiar amber orbs, she couldn't help but smile, her cheeks weakly straining at the effort. "Still sick," the would-be sleeper continued, softer than before. "Though at least it's through the rougher parts..."
      With a smile, her companion leaned forward, reaching down to run her slender fingers through the flowing copper locks. "You sound better, anyway," came the quiet voice once more, the words gently tickling the sleeper's ears. "Still, you should get up for a little bit, at least..."
      "Or..." the invalid began, a mischievous smile falling upon her face. Suddenly, her bare, tawny arms burst from her cocoon, wrapping tightly around her companion before pulling the smaller girl inside. A feigned scream filled the air, quickly overtaken by surprised laughter, as the willing captive soon found herself beneath layer after layer, auburn locks tickling her cheek.
      "You're definitely feeling better," came the chuckled, exasperated reply, as a slender hand reached out to resume a gentle pet. "I guess it is pretty nice and warm in here, too . . . though I did bring you some freshly-brewed tea..."
      "It can be reheated," replied a tired voice, slipping through the cracks in a yawn. Shifting herself once again, the would-be sleeper nuzzled deeply into her companion's chest, an arm still wrapped tightly around her captive. "Thank you, though..." she began once more, voice growing softer with each breath. "You're so sweet to me..."
      "Silly girl..." came the quiet reply, a slight flush falling upon the captive's smiling face. Hidden even in the dancing light, slumber slipped in between graceful fingers, falling between auburn locks, and gently closed a pair of eyes...

Scribble: This is why I don't write while sick.

      Another cough. Race to the sink, barely in time to expunge. Head feels like swimming with cement shoes.
      Cold water. Hands dry, cracked, bare. A gnat, waterlogged, washes upon the porcelain shore. Maybe I drowned it. So ignorant.
      Another cough. Nothing comes. Steady pace back to the couch. Legs flail like fleeing gnats, made soggy by immeasurable giants.
      Running nose. Tonight, I am a murderer. Tonight, something tries to murder me.
      Another cough...