~Lynlee~
The only good part of being sick is the fever dreams. It was simply magic how an increased body temperature worked on brain function. Landon could probably tell me exactly why they happened, but I didn’t care. Fever dreams confused most people, but I felt like it was my best thinking.
My dreams were filled with a brooding hockey player, haunted chocolate brown eyes, and nice big hands. I felt myself waking up, the uncomfortable awareness of sweat matting my hair pulling me out of my fever-induced fantasies.
I rolled onto my back, taking a mental inventory. I couldn’t tell how long I was in bed; I didn’t even remember getting home from the store. Whatever cold meds I had managed to purchase must have kicked in hard. My muscles felt achy and sore, my body still heavy. I definit
