The day dawned crisp and clear as the sun poured through the window, it was a new day for hopes and aspiration.
The birds chirped on the trees and blossom scent filled the air.
August woke up to slightly awake James staring at her with his eyes half closed.
"Good Morning" she greeted sucking her pink plum lips and hoping for a kiss from him.
He kept staring at her until he finally closed his eyes, his hands dropped to the bed and her eyes opened wide reasonably.
She touched his head and he was burning up, 'he has a f*****g fever' she observed.
Checking his temperature, it was 38°c
"its just a mild fever" she uttered.
She took a towel soaked in cold water and placed it on his head then sat close to him holding his hand.
Five minutes later he fully opened his eyes,
"Good Morning"
