Eli: I tried to find sheets to make your bed.
Faye: I don’t actually own any sheets yet.
Seeing those words typed out really does something to me. How did I let things get so bad? Who doesn’t own sheets? And why did I just tell him I don’t own sheets?
Dots pop up to indicate he’s typing. They go away and come back a few times.
Eli: Might wanna get sheets for some of those fun activities you want to do.
Faye: Ughhhhh
Eli: I’m 100% in support of this fun journey of yours by the way.
My stomach growls, which I’m taking as a good sign that I’m on the mend. I check my cabinets, hoping that some chicken noodle soup will magically appear. I see another sticky note placed on the shelf next to a box of Frosted Flakes.
Check your door.
Intrigued, I open the door, having no idea what I expect to find, but it definitely isn’t two grocery bags full of stuff. I glimpse a box of Saltines and a huge bottle of blue Gatorade. My stomach twists again in a very new way that I don’t feel like analyzing at the moment.
Faye: You did not get me groceries.
Eli: Technically Monica, a lovely Instacart employee, got you groceries.
I unload the bags, finding a variety of soups, some bananas, a loaf of bread, and a Vogue magazine.
Faye: The Vogue is a nice touch.
Eli: You seem fashion-y so thought you might like it.
Eli: Is fashion-y a word?
Faye: This is too much. What’s your Venmo? I will pay you back.
Eli: We need you healthy again so you can get back to your fun needs.
Faye: I think I’ve had enough fun for awhile.
Eli: You’re not giving up yet are you?
I pour the can of chicken noodle into a bowl and place it in the microwave.
Faye: It feels silly
Eli: Not owning sheets is silly
Faye: Rude
The microwave beeps and I use the blanket wrapped around me as an oven mitt to remove it.
Eli: I think you need a coach.
Faye: I think I need new friends who don’t pressure me.
Faye: p.s. the soup is a lifesaver
I precariously set my soup down on the coffee table and get settled in on the couch.
Eli: It’s not pressure. It’s encouragement.