Elmers Glue Never Looked So Good

My head feels feverishly warm against my chilled palm.
I look down at my arm, pastier than a bottle of Elmer’s Glue.
I cannot help but bite my lip and taste the blood—a penny-like, coppery flavor.
As I drift off to sleep, a smile makes its way onto my face, I’m becoming a vampire.
Suddenly-- I am jolted awake by my mother, “Sweetie, you have the flu.”
Damn.