Ten.

The sickness hit us both slowly. A sore throat. Difficulty swallowing. Coughing. Deep coughing. Now I am left voiceless and Aerie goes around coughing like an old woman. We laugh at each other, turn on the humidifier, and rub Vicks onto our chests and the soles of our feet. I sip ginger and lemon tea, and watch her build worlds.

It’s a good day, none the less.