Beep, beep, beep...
Damn, wake up! Eh? No! Not already! Please, I’m so sleepy.
I grab my phone to stop this hellish ringing. I feel strange. Slowly, I put my hand where I can confirm what I already suspect, but the disappointment is even greater than the previous days. This morning, it’s obvious. I still haven’t become a woman again, of course! I knew it when I grabbed my hyper-modern smartphone. No, I’m disappointed. My thing is very soft, dead in my underwear.
I ache all over. I’m getting sick, that’s for sure. I’m going to call Paul and tell him it’s best that I stay in bed today. I don’t even have the strength to speak, an SMS will suffice. I write: Hi. Am sick. Will stay home and keep warm. You can handle my emergencies. Thank you. A+
Ten seconds later, he answers: OK
Ah, there i
