Friday he goes to a party. He comes in to see me when he gets home. He ignores the fact that I'm sleeping, and starts telling me about his night. How can I resist listening, even if my participation is lacking? I haven't seen my ERM in three weeks and I miss him.
The next morning (before it's even light out) I am awoken again, this time with the unpleasant sounds of my ERM being sick. I suspect the cause of his illness and ask if he is okay. He says he is.
Two hours later I am more fully awake, and getting ready for work. I see small remnants of my house guest's sickness. On the living room rug. In my bathroom. On his bedding, including a new blue coverlet. And then, worst of all, on my light beige Ralph Lauren sofa.
I awake him. He tries to gain some sympathy by saying I may have ebola. His humor does not appease me.
"GET UP AND TAKE THE COVERS OFF THE SOFA CUSHIONS AND BRING THEM TO THE CLEANERS NOW!!!!"
"I will," he murmurs as he flips over to go back to sleep.
"NOW," I yell.
He gets up.
"And also, spray the bathroom with something. It stinks."
"With what?"
"I don't know. Look at the cleaning supplies and find something. You know where they are. I'm pretty sure I have Febreze somewhere."
Next I see him holding a spray bottle, heading toward the bathroom.
"Wait, What's that?"
In his hand is this:
By the time I get home Saturday night he's out with friends. And when I leave this morning he is still asleep.
Am hoping the next visit home is a better one.
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