“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