Life

We all have one disease we dread the most. Some hate cancer, others can't stand the pain and aches of malaria, more dread the picture while a good number of people cry over the pimple on their face. As for me, I hate the sneaky cold; one second, it's the sneezes, though I refuse to be bothered, and next minute, my head aches, then the constant coughing which has me holding it with both hands so much so  it doesn't crack open. Meanwhile, my nose itches and runs like a little girl on a sugar high... horrible! So, here I am alone and miserable, fighting for my nose and waiting for my friend to bring the drugs that I may consume them like a hungry lion waiting for a prey or wait… like a groom waiting for his beautiful bride. All of a sudden, my rebellious mind takes a stroll on the path of things I try as much as possible not to think about. He suddenly asked me "what would you give your bride?" I was shocked "Wow!, How did we get here?" I asked....