Sick? Sick how?

I have some tea and a horrible cold...It makes me think of you and your warm arms. You could always save an unsaveable day. There I am passed out on the couch with no blanket, having lacked the energy to reach for one, though I was freezing. And there you are, cradling me, laughing to yourself at my weakness. Where are you? I'm freezing....I wake up and realize I've always been alone in this apartment. You were never here. My god...you're not even real.