as i sit alone in my bed looking out the open window, i catch myself in a daydream like i always do when my eyes fixate on endless blue water, sprinkled with tiny sailboats exploring their playground. the wind whistles its melody, and im watching the sheer curtains to do their little dance when the two meet. being sick today just isn't all that bad. i have storybooks, and jasmine tea, and feather pillows to keep me company. this weekend will be another town with songs to sing and people to meet, and thats all the medicine i need.