I have the flu. Instead of spending the weekend writing fun things for you (or working on my rather extensive revisions,) I spent it in a feverish delirium. As such, I’d like to use today’s post to worship at the altar of the one thing that has kept me sane since Thursday night: NYQUIL.
IN PRAISE OF NYQUIL: A SONNET
Oh Nyquil, sweet elixir green as grass,
You’re truly packed with otherworldly powers!
When to your side I drag my sorry ass,
I’m guaranteed to sleep for thirteen hours.
You chase away the fever-ridden dreams
That lie in wait to mess with my poor head,
With you at hand, the night’s not full of screams,
And I’m not scared to slip into my bed.
When some day soon I wake completely well
And put you back inside a stuffy drawer,
It’s not a slight, but simply a farewell—
My love for you shall last forevermore.
It’s only ’cause of you, my dearest one,
That I am getting any edits done.