Misty Dawn Steagall

What Now?

There I sat my head spinning round and round. What had just happened? Is it true? No, No, noooooo, not you? Not my best friend? Not my soul? This is ludacris. But the last 3 weeks had been as such. You just had the flu. A small cough. It was nothing that a little cough syrup and my famous chicken noodle soup wouldn't nip right in the bud.