the night sweats were surprising and terrible. i wake up, it’s not quite night time but it’s not quite the morning either, with my silk night dress sticking to my chest and to my thighs. everything feels humid and hot, my hands feel swollen, my feet feel like they are resting on hot coal - i feel bloated and the wetness all over my body makes me feel filthy and disgusting. i know i will have to wash my bedding again. the cool air flowing through my apartment windows makes me feel too aware of the sheen of sweat that i am slick with. it gives me a chill. i wrap myself in my thin yellow blanket until i fall asleep again, only to wake up covered in my own dampness in the morning.
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