As I woke you made your presence known

 

I could feel you all over my face.

 

If I lay still you were not so obvious yet I was not fooled, I knew you were here.

 

I got to my feet, my tummy a bit sour I felt I had lost the control and focus in my eyes.

 

Oh how you knock me off my feet.

 

That throbbing, I must resume a horizontal position not to agitate you.

 

I know how you get when you are furious.

 

I keep the room dark, I am keenly aware where you are and I know putting light on the situation will not help.

I drift back to sleep yet on some level of consciousness I can feed your debilitating throb caressing the front of my face causing me disorientation.

 

This day will officially be a write off.

 

Migraine.