Comfort

I felt homesick today. I couldn't help myself. I have been sick the past few days, and been on medication to help it. 

This morning while I took my sick-pills, feeling groggy and cold, I was hit by memories of my mom coming up to my room while I was still in bed with a pill and a huge glass of water, waking me up to take the pill along with about half of the glass of water. She'd always offer to make me toast to help settle my stomach, and I'd always refuse, instead opting to go back to bed. She'd leave the glass right next to my bed where I could easily reach it, and come up again in a few hours to check on me and make me drink some more. Sometimes, if I was staying home from school, she'd make me a great nest out of quilts and pillows on the couch in the living room so we could watch tv together. And if I was really lucky she'd stroke my hair, my head resting in her lap.

I plan on making a trip home this month.