Content

Sick.
Stuffy, congested, disgusted.
Achy all over.
Waiting for the infection to pass.

My head is throbbing,
The sensation isn't new,
It feels like it's been forever,
Since my head didn't hurt.
Thankfully the pain is fading,
And maybe some day soon I won't feel it.

And yet...

Even sick,
With my head aching so painful,
With my body so completely at odds,
Practically falling apart,
I'm perfectly content.

There has been no yelling.
No fighting.
Nothing.
Only peace.
Calmness.
For once the peace is not just one of my dreams,
It is not just in my head,
It is real.

Laughter fills the house,
Joking lewd comments are thrown back and forth,
Hysterical work stories are told,
All the while,
Smiling.

How long this will last,
I know not the answer,
But I embrace it while I can.