Forever Changed

Bummer? I texted confused.

Yeah, I like the whole taking care of the damsel in distress angle.

Believe me, you’d be majorly grossed o

ut if you saw me. I texted back, tugging on a lank lock of hair that was in need of a washing.

Not possible.

Hahahaha I’m serious, unless you were wearing a blindfold you’d be seriously sickened.

You’re crazy. Don’t tempt me to come over there and show you.

LOL J It's sweet of you to say though.

I guess I’ll let you go so you can rest.

Booooo L

Rest!! I’ll text you later.

Promise?

Scouts honor.

Were you even a boy scout?

That will be a question that will have to be answered later. Rest!! He demanded.

Wow, fine bossy mossy. I texted back.

Just get better.

I smiled and set my phone to the side and fell back to sleep instantly.

Megan woke me up Sunday morning when she crawled out of bed.

“You okay, Peanut?” I asked.

She nodded her head, looking much better. Sitting up slowly, I was pleased that the room was no longer spinning like it had done the previous day. I took stock of the aches and pains that had plagued me for the last thirty-six hours, but most of them had dissipated. The only reminder that remained was my dryer-than-the-desert throat.

“I need something to drink. How about you?” I asked, crawling out of bed.

She nodded her head vigorously.

“What would you like?” I asked as we descended the stairs.

She shrugged her shoulders as if to say she didn’t care.

“Um, pickle juice?” I teased, laughing when she wrinkled up her nose.

“Oh, so you do care. How about lemon juice?” She smiled broadly, obviously enjoying the game.

“Or how about salad dressing?” I asked as she shook her head.

We paused outside the kitchen door as tantalizing smells from within the room reached our noses. We looked at each other, equally apprehensive. Mom was baking cookies.

We stepped into the spacious kitchen, only to be halted by a sight I wouldn’t have expected in a million years.