It begins with a sniffle,
perhaps a cough here and there.
In moves a pounding in the head
as though it’s being squeezed
just for fun.
Next, come the aching limbs,
not one to be left behind.
By then, you’ve got a regular party
that runs misery to your bones.
Before you know what’s happened,
your eyes begin to tear
and you feel so weak
you can’t imagine moving from your spot.
Only one thing left to do,
dial the phone and ring the boss.
You need a sick day;
they’ll just have to bear the loss.

Prompt: Sick Day


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