It was perfect.
That is until exhaustion hit me like a brick.
After coming home, all I managed to do was take the quickest shower ever and collapse into bed, napping away the remainder of the day. By evening, I wasn’t up for much besides a movie marathon.
Stretching my arms over my head, I try to ease the tension in my lower back—when considering that, in combination with the cramps I’ve had since last night, it’s a sure sign that my period is gearing up to make its grand entrance.
Just what I need to accompany the soreness today.
Despite feeling like crap, I refuse to cancel. I will make it to that walk, even if I have to crawl.
“Jamie, please remind me to check my supplies later. I might need to order some pain relievers and… other necessities,” I request as I massage one of my thighs over my pajama bottoms.
“Of course. Would you like me to add anything specific to your shopping list?”
I don’t have to think twice about one thing. “Strawberry ice cream, please.”
“In September, Amelia? That’s quite unseasonal,” Jamie responds, his tone slightly apprehensive.
Sure, make a girl feel bad for her cravings.
“Strawberry ice cream is the only thing I crave when I’m on my period. It’s medicinal, really.”
“Understood. I’ll add it to your shopping list,” Jamie quips, indulging me.
I’m ready to text Grey to ask what time he wants to leave when my phone chimes with a new message.
But it’s not from Grey. It’s Misha.
Misha
Good morning, how are you? Sore?
Is he psychic?
Morning! Are you spying on me or something? How did you know?
Just a hunch!
Yesterday was quite the trek.
So, sore? :)
You could say that. I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus.
Ouch!
Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m feeling amazing.
I can’t help but laugh.Idiot.
Never heard of misery loves company, huh?
I wait with my phone in my hand, but there is no answer.
Can I double-text him?
Pathetic?
