Forehead Kisses [NoJoMo #15]

Am I the only one out there that thinks forehead kisses are absolutely adorable? Probably not, but I can’t get over how special and loved it makes me feel. Yesterday, I suddenly got slammed with the flu. I woke up at 6:40 am, and my throat felt like sandpaper. I put on my game face and went to school anyway, albeit an hour late. By Chemistry, I had the body aches, my head was dead weight, and I was shivering from the chills. I left after fifth hour, and driving the few, short blocks to my house in dizziness caused me to almost go off-roading. I got home, and cried for fourty-five minutes because I couldn’t stop the tremors from wracking my entire body, so cold was I. I had three heavy blankets piled on top of me, too many flu drugs in my system, and an empty stomach when I finally fell into an exhausted sleep.

Jennie, Brandon, and Mattson stopped by, only shortly after I got a phone call from Kayla, who was with Sam. Sam evidently locked her keys in her car, so with a dying head, I had to go pick them up from school and take them to Kayla’s. I was crabby as I walked to my car, and Brandon gave me a big hug and kissed the top of my head. Jennie and I got into a little fight because we were both so sick, so I almost hit my house when I flew out of my driveway in reverse. By the time I got back, no one was there anymore. Self-pitying, I crawled under my blankets and cried again, frustrated, sick, and feeling useless. Jennie came over and we talked, and then we picked up Brandon & Johnny and went for a drive. We stopped at Jennie’s, and I asked Brandon if he would carry me into the house. He said yes, but I swatted at him and told him, "I’m too fat; you can’t carry me." As he got out of the car later, he kissed me on the forehead and said, "Feel better, cupcake." I just stared at him.

I went to work, still feeling sniffly and all-around leaden, but with resolve. I ended up feeling decent most of the night, though smoke breaks did nothing to help the hot, sandpapery feeling in my throat, or the low-grade fever I had going on. After Jennie and I got through with "The Shift from Hell", we stopped by Jon for a pack of cigarettes, and then went to Jackson to hang out with Brandon and Mattson. I spent most of that hour trying to press myself into Brandon’s body warmth, and he had his arms around me and kept giving me forehead kisses. It was ADORABLE.

So, today’s the big day. We’ll see what happens. I feel decent right now, but we’ll see how I feel after work. Right now, I am freezing, enjoying my second cup of coffee, and glancing at the mysterious fall/winter scenery outside the window. So contented, yet so…lacking. Maybe it’s just me that’s lacking. I have yet to figure it out.

As a side note, my cat is absolutely asinine. He’s watching fall leaves swirl outside, which leads him to pounce at the window and take on a tense stance. I’m just waiting for him to crack his head on the window.

Peace be with ye all,
Amanda