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Why is it so cold in here?

The sky is so blue, and the wind is relatively calm today. I can see the sun through my window. It shines so brightly, and the leaves on the trees are so green. Everything on the outside seems so pleasant.

So why is it so cold?

The air conditioner isn't running, and anyway, it's set to a cozy seventy-eight.

But I'm cold. I need a cuddly blanket to keep me warm. I need to put on socks and find a little space heater. I need to curl up under my comforter and pull my knees into my chest and breathe warm air into the little cave of my bed.

And why is my face so hot?

And why is it so hard to swallow?

And why is the blood rushing through me suddenly so unbearably loud?

My eyes hurt.

My jaw hurts.

Hell, my hair hurts.

I think.
I might.
Be sick.
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