I’m sick. And soup cannot come soon enough.

Soup…then a long shower…then climb into bed…listening to a song that will make me feel better.

A song that will make me feel like I’m wrapped in the softest blanket ever. A song that will make me feel like someone’s put a cold towel on my forehead and is stroking my hair until I forget how much my throat hurts and finally fall asleep. 

I just have to wait for the soup to come first…and it cannot come soon enough.