5am
I have a head cold and it's 91,000 degrees outside. I've risen to the border of consciousness about six times already tonight.
Each time the contents of the room insert themselves in the plotline like a fever dream, then I sink back into sleep.
This time the satiny finish on my duvet smoothed a turbulent dream moment to peaceful.
Everything is congested; it feels like my brain is swollen.
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