Mighty sick

The alarm sounded. It was time to get up. She couldn't move, every joint in her body ached. She put her hand to her head. Yup, it was warm. She was running a fever, but she had to go to work today. It was a big day of installing the new software, and she was sick. Running a freaking fever. She couldn't miss work, but her body was telling her to go back to sleep.
The alarm went off again. She didn't even realize she had dozed back off. She looked at the clock. She was 3 hours late for work. Rolling over, she picked up her phone. 6 missed calls from work, 1 text from him. She called work, explaining she was sick and couldn't come in. Her boss wanted to hear no excuses, but after speaking with her for a few minutes, even he couldn't deny the validity of her excuse. She was excused from work today. Now to get some rest. Oh, wait, she needed to check his text.
Laying in the bed, she read his text. "Good morning, love". A simple enough text, but in her feverish condition, she started crying. It was too much for her. Without realizing it, she had text him that she was dying sick and that she couldn't take care of herself.
The phone hit her on the chest, it had fallen out of her hands as she dozed off again. Snuggling down into the blankets, she drifted off into dreamland.
She dreamed that he showed up, tidied the house, made her soup, gave her a massage, took care of her. She longed for his touch, his smell. To be able to snuggle down into his chest and feel his warmth, feel his body pressed against hers. She dreamed he held her and rocked her against his body, putting her into a deep healing sleep.
She woke hours later, disorientated, alone. She sat on the edge of the bed, wondering about the crazy dream she had had.
"It had to have been a dream," she murmured as she opened the fridge door. A dream. But then she saw the fresh soup in the fridge, and she couldn't help but wondering if it had been real all along.