He snores beside me,
deeply, but not too loud.
Maybe after three days of
fevered restlessness he has
Found some equilibrium.
Just outside our hotel
room, people frolic in the
Warm waters of the blue green
bay, while I play Words With
Friends on my iPhone.
A morning spent on the beach
alone, pretending to be a
Minor celebrity escaping
pursuit by rabid paparazzi
Proved far too lonely.
So I drank too much rum punch
before returning to the dark
Comfort of our air conditioned
suite where I slipped beneath
Cool sheets to be with him.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
So sorry to read/hear the sad lines. Certainly not planned. But I can relate to food poisoning and a three-day near-death experience while vacationing. . . Had I known you guys were just up the road, we could have rescued you with a cheeseburger and a shaker of salt.
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I still have hopes that this vacation can be salvaged. We’re here through Sunday, and I’m trying to get him to just sleep. We have tickets to see the Dixie Chicks on Friday in Tampa. It’d be a shame to have to leave him at the hotel while I go to the concert!
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That, too, has happened: off they went to have fun while I died alone in the motel.
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I think Studly has the flu. Fever, chills, headache. I’m trying to be attentive, while keeping my distance.
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Lovely poem. Rough subject
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