Random “activities” of a sick day:

The heater hummed, blankets piled on top, and shivers ran consistently down her spine.

A fever. Sickness had oozed itself into her, snatching her appetite. Her bones ached but restlessness was fidgeting with her body to move. Cold, she wearily slumped out of bed and onto the floor, then hobbled into the hall and cranked the heat up.

Tired, but not tired enough to flop back into a world of dreams, she stood by the window. A light gray was washed over the land, and clouds smothered the sky. Rain was about to fall.

Her cat strutted into the warm kitchen, meowing for milk. She elegantly sat down on the tile floor, waiting. Sighing, Soap reached for a plate in the wooden cupboard and grabbed some milk from the refrigerator. She poured a few drops on the plate then bent down to give the treat to kitty the queen.

Bundled in blankets once again, Soap curled up on her couch. She gazed out the window into the gray abyss. Drops of rain began to splash down, and suddenly overwhelmed with sleep, Soap closed her eyes to the pattering of rain.