One Flu Over The Cuckoo’s Nest

(I am sick with flu. My fiancé has some pills in his closet that he thinks is a decongestant to help with my breathing problems. What he actually gives me is twice the normal dose of Benadryl. This leaves me snuggled in the bed, giggling with the covers over the bottom half of my face.)

Me: “I am Bed Ninja.”

Fiancé: “Did I just hear you correctly? Bed Ninja?”

Me: “You can not see me! I am Bed Ninja!”

(I sink further into the bed, eyes barely visible from the covers.)

Fiancé: “Oooookay then.”

(I suddenly take the covers off and giggle.)

Me: “Nah… I am jellied toast.”

Fiancé: “Jellied toast? I… How…”

Me: “I am jellied toasssst!”

Fiancé: “Well, ‘Jellied Toast’ should try and sleep so she can get better.”

Me: “Okay.”

(I close my eyes, and the lighting in the room makes it so that I see a weird negative when I close my eyes.)

Me: “Oooh! I have closets behind my eyes! I wonder if they have things hidden in them?”

(I remember none of this, but when I had jellied toast the next morning for breakfast, he laughed and called me a cannibal.)