June Sick Day
The sickness comes with glossy fingers, conjures a cloud that lurks and lingers, until, one by one, the family drops into steaming baths and pillow-tops. The daily clock then slows and seizes, replaced by sniffles, coughs, and sneezes, until, at last, the infiltration reaches the peak of saturation. Then slowly, like a morning dawning, those recovered (though some still yawning) begin again their common duty attuned anew to common beauty.
