Rock Head

I am the kind of sick where it's not super obvious that I'm sick. Except for the sexy-husky voice I used to read Winnie the Pooh to Merry tonight. But my head feels so heavy, like it's full of rocks - and not just the one tiny one that's been there since I was two.

I fell down the basement stairs in the old farmhouse we lived in when I was tiny, and smacked my head on the cement floor. Mom just slapped a band-aid on me, but it turns out that there was a little rock wedged in there when it healed. So, I have a rock in my head.

it's tiny

Right now it feels like the rock is about a brazillion times that size.