It feels good to be sick when you know there are people around to take care of you

another night of wild stampeding horses
across the expanse of my brain
when before me i see
the soft caress o a hand on my forehead
the sweet and gentle pillow of her lap
the music of a murmur
lying back in lovers arms
comforted by the feel of skin against skin so tender
so soft like the breeze through the trees

Are these just hallucinations
or the yearnings of a fever ridden mind