“Call In Sick…”

I try it at least once a week
It never works
It never will
But I won’t stop trying…

I wrap my arms around your neck
Kiss your cheek
“Don’t go.”
You smile.
“But I have to.”
I pull you back down.
“But you’re warm.”
You hit the snooze button one last time
I snuggle close
Your fingers smooth my hair
Electronic bells tinkle in a vain attempt at melodic warnings of passing time
You groan and roll your feet to the floor
I tug your shirt
“Call in sick.”
My suggestion earns me a chuckle accompanied kiss before you rise to get dressed for work.
I drop back with a groan.
“I hate you,” I whisper tenderly.
“I love you too,” you reply.

© Rachel Svendsen 2014

Author: Rachel Svendsen

Rachel is a poet and writer from Pennsylvania, where she lives with her husband and children. Her short story "Filling the Silence" received an honorable mention in the 2019 Story Embers short story competition.

14 thoughts on ““Call In Sick…””

      1. I tried to use the radio to wake me, but I found that it sent me into deeper slumber. I have the most annoying, strident sounding alarm that you can imagine. 😀

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