Sick day

She normally floats across the room
In the mornings.
Spinning jumping dancing smiling.

Today
She trudges
Shuffling her feet.
Gravity has been increased.
The air has been replaced with jello.
She fights her way to me.
Snuffling whimpering.

The usual jump into my arms
Has been replaced with
A sigh that lasts for hours.
She folds in half,
Laying her head in my lap.

Daddy I'm sick.

I know, honey.
I know.