I'm shivering, y'all, y'all. I must have a fever. Well, put that thermometer in your butt. They say you can then measure the best and most reliable temperature. And yes, they say: “To measure is to know!” And then you'd better know.
It sucks that I'm doing, it's April after all and I don't want to lie in bed sick. No, I want to go out. Where the birds sing!
“It's spring!” Always a hassle to measure your temperature. And then you also have to wait until you hear the beep. “Beep!” Yes, he's done. Can that bad thing finally come out. I look at the thermometer and see 40 degrees. Yes, just resign yourself to it, temperamental Madeleine. Just keep a low profile. All you can do now is to temporize and get sick!

Note: Just for the record. I'm not really sick. It's written fictiously and I really like to exaggerate. This is my second contribution to April's 140-word challenge. They had already warned me that this could be addictive, writing 140 words of stories, and I'm starting to get a little nervous and I think I've already been infected by the 140-word virus.

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