Ep5. The sick child.

It felt like a stone was pulling my tongue inwards, pricking my tonsils whenever she cane near me, and the moment she was away, but still in vicinity, icy butterflies danced inside my underbelly. When she talked to me, I lost. I couldn’t control ogling the way her pink lips moved, uttering each syllable, the way her tongue danced and the soothing voice escaped. I was so lost in thought, and I sensed that she noticed it the very next moment as she repeated what she said.

“Are you hearing me?”
When she try to confirm, I felt it went out of my hands. I gazed at her eyes blankly, helplessly.
“what happened, dear?” she inquired.
She rose, and put her hands on my forehead.

“Are you sick?”
She sensed that my temperature was a bit above normal, I perspired. I regained senses before I was lost in pace.
“it’s nothing, sleep isn’t getting well …uhm..I cannot sleep with grandma snoring, I was never used to it.”
“ you could have slept in the hall”
“ Nah. What if some emergency arises. I can manage, but it takes time.” I replied.
“ Its okay, she will call you or me, if the situation demands....