Sick as a Dog, by Rock

I've been sick the past few days. While I'm as susceptible to everyone to a cold or allergies, I rarely let it slow me down. I take the pills, tough it out, and go to work or along with my day.

But tonight I called into work for the first time in probably four years. I haven't been bedridden in about two years. And I've spent the past two days mostly cooped up in my studio apartment, watching way too much television.

I usually like to be left alone when I'm sick, but damn it if it wouldn't be nice right now to come over, make me soup, rub my back, and shush off my protests that I don't want to get him sick and he should leave.

I want someone that I would allow to see me vulnerable in a way that I hide from my most of my friends.

That's all. Just a change in priorities right now. At least temporarily, the fear of intimacy is gone.