What if the seven dwarfs never really existed and were just branches of Snow White's personality? Happy for the good days, Grumpy for the bad, Sneezy when under the weather and Bashful around that special someone. What if every time you looked into...
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I was sick. I had a terrible fever and I could barely get up to grab myself a glass of water without feeling faint and dizzy. Dad told me I should just go take some rest, but I'd had my fair share of sleeping for the day. I just wanted to curl up with a good book and get lost in a world that wasn't as terrible as my current one.
In simple words, I was having a very, very bad day.
"Do you want me to make you some soup, Els?" Dad asked with a sympathetic smile on his face. I shrugged. I didn't want to act impossible for him to deal with, but I couldn't help myself. He had to put up with a grumpy Elody once in a while, it was part of the daughter package.
"Why don't you go back to sleep? I'll wake you when the soup is ready."
On a normal day, sleep would've been blissful. But today I wanted nothing more than to be able to go to Riley's house and play some old music. Or take a walk in the park. Or even better, read a book.
Unfortunately for me, only the day before I had finished reading the last book my dad had bought me to keep me busy for that month. It was a collection of ten books, but I'd read them rather slowly so that I could keep myself entertained for longer.
"But I don't want to sleep,"I whined. Dad sighed. "I'm sorry, kiddo. There's really nothing else you can do."
"Can I buy a book?" I asked hopefully. I knew the answer was going to be a no, considering my current situation, but Dad mulled over it for a few seconds.
"Well, the bookstore is only a five minute walk from here, and people usually say it's a good idea to get a breath of fresh air when you're sick...."he thought aloud.
Honestly, he had no idea how sick I felt. I didn't even know why I was asking him if I could go when I could barely lift myself off the bed. However, I was willing to sacrifice a lot of things for a book.
"If you're feeling okay, then go ahead, but I want you to come straight back. You're still not better, Young Lady."
I wanted to laugh. I was feeling just the opposite of okay. Still, I dragged myself off the bed with a smile on my face to prove to Dad how 'effortless' it was. Slinging a long coat over my shoulders and wrapping it tightly over myself, I waved goodbye to my father and started walking in the direction of the bookstore.
Suddenly, my phone rang in my pocket, and Ed Sheeran's 'Photograph' played softly through the streets. I smiled, not wanting to pick up the phone simply so that I could hear the song for longer. Finally, I gave up my desire to listen to the song right before the call got cut, and answered.
"How are you holding up?"Riley asked, and I immediately wanted to rush over to her house and give her a hug for caring so much.
"Not so good, yet here I am walking to the bookstore to entertain myself,"I answered back with a smile. I wished she could see how happy she was making me right then, just because of that phone call.
