I'm a little
hungry, but not very hungry. It
was the dead of summer and the sun was up by four thirty every day.
Vea had been able to sleep until almost six am. She coughed, then
coughed several more times, having a fit. The young woman placed a
hand tenderly just below her throat, breathing heavily. She cleared
it and shook her head.
It could
have been worse.
Jasper
had had a cold around two weeks ago. It had only taken a few days for
him to pass it on to Vea, even though they'd tried to keep physical
contact to a minimum. After that, Vea had been coughing and hacking.
Her nose would run while it was stuffed. Sometimes bleed, dried out
from being constantly damp. She had a headache, and couldn't sleep
well. That week and a half had been miserable. Now she was over it.
Almost. Her throat would grow rough on occasion, setting off a fit of
coughing. Vea told herself to be thankful. Life was much
better since her nasal cavity
had recovered. She could breath again. Vea grunted.
Now
that she had been up for an hour or so, her stomach was beginning to
grumble. Her hand came to rest on the large trouble area. Vea
frowned. Time to feed this monster. Vea turned, determined as she
headed toward the kitchen. Off to battle. Vea
smirked.
Opening
the cooling unit, she scanned the contents of her fridge. Milk, eggs,
bread. In the past, Vea had kept bread in the pantry, but this
certain brand tended to mold very easily.
Why keep buying it? Because she liked
it. That's the only reason to stay local to difficult food types. She
grabbed all three, and the chunk of cheddar. A cheese omelet on toast
with a tall glass of cold milk sounded wonderful if she could make it
before loosing her appetite. The first half of pregnancy was the
pits. She sighed and got to work, moving swiftly in an attempt to
beat the expiring timer on her stomach.
