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COLD!

Arctic chill biting into me.

Icepick plunges into my bones.

Socks, blankets, no remedy.

Medicine, retreat, sleepy moans.

 

AWAKE!

Wet, sweaty flesh, crawling skin.

The fan gives no ease to this fire.

Blankets thrown, socks kicked off again.

Eager to don fever's attire.

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Excellent description! I hate that feeling when you wake up in the middle of the night, and you're too hot in bed, so you throw the covers off... then five minutes later, you're freezing... it's getting worse with winter here, I swear!

 

Well done, again... I can relate!

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