Rain paused on the windowpanes. Came on the wind then stayed put as if each drop had nowhere in particular to be. Warmed oatmeal. Still sick, I danced around on the floor, and wore myself out just as fast. Another request for photos, strawberries, shower. I could feel the rumble in my stomach, the low pains of flu. Not much of a fall break. It’ll get better though, I reassured myself.
