Dipping the ladle in, stirring a bit, watching the steam rise, loving the rich full aroma. Drawing out three big scoops, filling the bone whit china, now looking like the flag of Japan. Turning my attention from the bowl, leading over to the grill. Using the spatula to flip the sandwiches. The cheese has just begun to melt, the bread a golden brown. I'm glad I slipped a piece of ham in the middle of one of them, variety is the spice of life.
Grabbing a plate, seating up a tray. Looking around to see if I have missed anything. Taking out the orange juice and pouring a tall cold glass, then finally adding a sleeve of crackers on a separate dish.
Carefully, I make my way down the hallway, not wanting to spill a drop.
*Aaaaahhchhhhooo!*
"Bless you" I call towards the bedroom. Nudging the door with my knee. As it swings open, I gaze upon her.
Crumpled balls of Kleenex litter the floor and the comforter. Her hair is up in a bun, countless loose strands splayed wildly, matted in some places. Her eyes, half open, are dark from lack of sleep. Her nose, red and raw from blowing. Lips dry and cracked slightly, and her skin glistens a bit from the fever. Seeing me, she smiles weakly. My god, she is beautiful.
"Hello baby, brought you some lunch" Placing the tray upon it's stand. Grabbing the washcloth from the bowl on the nightstand, soaking it in the cool water, then squeezing most of it out. Gently patting her forehead, her cheeks, the sides of her neck as well as the collarbone. Smiling at the little teddy bears that decorate the flannel jammies I bought her. Seeing how soothing she finds the damp cloth.
