his and her colds at nautilus teachings

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he drags himself
through the door
after a long day
“honey,
i think i am getting sick…”
he is slow
milking it just a bit
and you pretend
you do not see.
upon waking,
he loudly tries
to clear his throat,
wakes you
and says,
“oh, i hope i’m not
getting the flu…”
you roll over
pretend to sleep
and wait for him to leave
the room
and go to work…
you know
if you so much as
bat an eyelash
or give one
ounce of sympathy
the damn will burst open
and he will break
into little boy mode
and for the next
few days
you will say,
“oh honey, what can i do?”
“do you need anything?”
“oh, baby…”
this time; however,
you are
not biting…
a few weeks pass by
when it hits you…

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you wake up
no voice
coughing
headache
all you want to do
is stay in bed
but you rise
just like him
go to work
just like him
and every day
he asks,
“are you feeling better?”
you know to say,
“no…”
because the minute
you respond
with even,
“a tiny bit better…”
your day will be planned
your chore list will grow
and that time
you wanted
poolside
left alone
to wallow in
self care and love
will be gone…
it is day 3
of your
summer cough/cold
laryngitis
you are at your computer
when he pops in the room
“good morning…
feeling better?”
you smile
nod
and
barely whisper
“maybe just a tad…”
“good,”
he responds,
“because we need to
got to home depot,
we need to go online
and buy….
we need to
we need to
we need to
and finally
what are you cooking for dinner?”

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you look at him
tap your throat
shake your head no
and
whisper
“nope,
today
i heal…”
he looks at you
and responds,
“well
then lets just
cybershop
for….”
ugh!
you think
to yourself
i need a day
between
saturday and sunday…
he saunters off
you stay inside
while your head
still pounds
you cannot breath
your chest hurts
and that little voice
inside you says,
“baby girl,
i am not coming out
to play today
the answer
is NO…”
you find him
poolside
meditating
and you think
‘he is one handsome dude..’
he opens his eyes
smiles
and whispers
“i think we both
need a day off…”

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