100 Words – March 10, 2013

One degree too hot and my vision changes. The world shifts just enough for me to question its validity and my sanity. Two degrees and I begin not to care. The heat of the fever takes control and offers no quarter until it is quite done ravaging me. The dreams arrive in marching waves of spirits released from their locked rooms. Anxious and uncomfortable I fight them with what little lucidity remains. When they are gone, I lie drenched in the tangled sheets of my own making. Dawn arrives bringing coolness and clarity, but I am too tired to notice.


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