Goodbye Letter to My Toilet

Dear toilet bowl

I really miss how cool and clean you felt as I puked or the floodgates opened. That wonderful way I could take my blankets and pillows with me to the clean shiny bathroom that was my very own, with a shower sink and toilet that flushes. Oh the luxury!

I miss that cool white tile that seemed to kiss your hot feverish body as I maybe laid their all night to weak to go to and from the couch. I miss not summing up the energy to stumble off the steep wooden steps into the woods a good way and hold on to a tree for comfort. Sure the wild pigs and my trusty dog Key, keep me from being too lonely and the view is lovely, but today I miss you toilet bowl.

I miss my mom doing Gatorade and saltine cracker runs. I miss having a plethora  of tasteless comfort food you can stomach just a quick air-conditioned car drive away. Sure spices and fish are delicious when you don’t have jelly belly.

I miss clean sheets and soft couches, yes I know my quads are sharper than they ever have been from all the squatting but a soft cushion and feather pillow would just hit the spot right now.

I miss my sweet mom dabbing my cool forehead and putting on my favorite movie I can doze off and on too. I miss her comforting words as I lean my head on the cool wonderful toilet bowl. I miss maybe not having everyone in the whole village come stare at my sickened form.

I miss you all dearly, sweet comforts to nourish my weakened churning gut. But these dark faces I blearily wake up to staring at me with love and concern is the reason I must say adieu. My Farmer’s sweet lap that holds my head while Asian TV blares in my ears is making it a little easier to say goodbye.

Sincerely,

    A hot sick foreigner in the jungle