fever

"bring me my hottie"
she whimpered, as she sweltered and shivered with an astounding simultaneity .
ryan gosling arrived, in a puff of floo powder and fairy dust.
"no"
he looked perplexed, like a pug puggy.
"your dishyness is undeniable
(at this he grinned, and her heart pooled into puddles of cookies and cream kit kat)
but i seek
something greater:
a heat pack sown from wheat and microwaveable for two minutes on high."
he said:
"i am not microwave safe"
and vanished with the same startling good looks.
she snapped her fingers three times and hiccuped a little,
and then her one true hottie
appeared.
it was magnificent in it's faded burgundy glory.