“Hold the onions. Extra cheese.”
“They said fifteen minutes. Could you stop for another case of Mountain Dew?”
Hobbling into the bathroom to complete my necessities, I am back on the sofa before she returns.
“The television remote has been moved and I can’t reach it.”
“Thanks so much.”
I hear the cabinet doors opening and shutting: she is getting the pizza ready.
“Crushed ice, please? The medication has caused my teeth to become more sensitive.”
Off my feet for a solid seven days: doctor’s orders. Only one more left. Life as a king is soon to end.
Written for Saturday’s Photo Prompt: Requirements: The Photo Prompt and 100 words. My entry is a catch-up entry from several weeks ago.