I lay there, curtains drawn, head under the covers, trying not to move. This migraine is absolutely blinding and I cannot even think about looking at my phone screen, let alone actual daylight. Hidden in the darkness of my bed all I can do is take as many painkillers as I can get my hands on out of the nightstand and pray that this nightmare will pass.
I doze in and out of sleep, every time waking up to another lighting bolt of pain through my brain as I attempt to rest on my back. Hours pass, more medication is taken, and more sleep is attempted go be got. It is a drawn out and generally unsuccessful challenge, but has some small success.
Somewhere in what I assume is early evening I hear the door open and close, the sound of zips, then the covers move and a body gets into the bed with me.
“I knew as soon as you didn’t text back you were having an episode. Pain meds helping?”
She whispered these words while running her hand across my chest. Just the sound of her voice was enough to make my head feel like a jackhammer was added to the already colossal earthquake going on in my skull, but it was nice to have company.
“Not as much as normal. Sorry”
It pained me to even say those words, but I couldn’t just lie there and not respond.
“You are super warm. Let me see if I can help a little and absorb some of that.”
She gently lifts my arm and places her head against my chest, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. Her skin is cool against my side and gives me a shiver. She takes my hand which is resting on my stomach and interlaces her fingers with mine, and slides her leg over my two.
She has always run colder than me. I am an oven all the time. My body is only ever cold when I am sick, and I am rarely ever sick. The feel of her soft skin on mine is comforting in this maelstrom of mind numbing pain I am weathering.
“If I hold you close do you think I might be able to take some of your pain away through skin contact?”
I lay there and tighten my arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer into me. One of my favourite things about her is how she fits into me; how her curves seems to meld into mine. Her body pressed against mine relieves some of the tension and within about 20 minutes the migraine dulls a little and becomes a more bearable headache.
“How did you do that? How did you walk in here, hug me and make some of the pain go away? Are you a witch or a pain leech?”
I feel her smile into my chest and wriggle a little so she is comfortable.
“Seriously woman, what did you do?“
“Put a spell on you…cos you’re mine”
I smile for the first time all day at that little song, when she does crappy impersonations it always makes me either cringe or laugh.
“Guess that makes you a witch, but the good kind so thank you”.
I kiss her on top of her head and she gives my hand a squeeze.
“I need some food and I bet you haven’t eaten all day. I’ll rustle something quick up and we can get some food in us. Pasta ok?”
“Perfect. Thank you”
I open my eyes as she slides her hand out of mine and gets up. Only her silhouette is visible as she puts on some clothes and heads to the kitchen.
“That witch really has put I spell on me” I think to myself as I roll onto my side and check the clock. 18:37.
“Luckiest victim alive. I definitely won’t be breaking her spell on me anytime soon”.
I get up and put some joggers on. Can’t let her do all the work in the kitchen, and I have to thank her properly anyway. What better place than with a room with lots of surfaces and with her in those cute shorts she knows I adore her butt in.
“Guess she has put a few spells on me” I ponder and walk into the kitchen to thank her for her magic touch.
Inspired by a Facebook post of a friend saying they had a migraine.