TM #222: Sleeping on the couch

Ray couldn’t stand being in bed any longer. Five entire days and nights he’d spent, hot and feverish and stuffy, sweating like a Puerto Rican pig under the blankets. His death bed, though practically new now with fresh sheets, newly-bought hypoallergenic pillow (Ray was quite excited about that) and dry-cleaned covers, was still not the most enticing of places to be. He’d had his laptop to pass the time, spent hours re-watching the best basketball games in history, daydreamed about marrying a supermodel and owning a yacht. When he was stronger, he played catch with himself against the opposite wall, until the ball ricocheted off a picture frame, knocked it to the ground and took the ball with it. Ray was too tired (lazy) to get out of bed to pick it up.

( Quarantine was a living hell. )

 


ooc: Quotes from Buffy the Vampire Slayer- Season One, like um, episode 6 or something? Or 3... Anyway, they're not included in the word count! Which is above 150 so I didn't actually bother to do one... x_x

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Please. Stakes through hearts do not work. Crosses? A pizza is more dangerous to them than a cross. Sure, she’s hot but she’s one clichéd, screwed up hot little bunny. Cross-bow, woo. Ashes to Ashes. Asher. Ash. Asher.