fever dreams and foolishness
Jan. 5th, 2002 10:29 amThere are patches of snow left in shadowed corners... odd places like the creases of curbs and the sheltered side of walls. Today it took real willpower not to kneel beside one of those patches and put my hot hands on it and watch it melt away.
Oh, yes... have I mentioned that I've been sick? It's one of my idiosyncrasies; every time I run a fever, no matter how briefly, it settles in my hands somehow. I may be shivering, in fact I usually am, and my skin may be cold and clammy everywhere else... but my hands are burning hot. No matter the weather, then, I can't bear to wear gloves or even put my hands in my pockets; I want nothing more than to find an icepack and encase my hands to the wrists in coolness.
The other inevitable symptom is dreams. Vivid ones. Ones I can't escape from because waking doesn't break the sequence; I fall back into the same dream I awoke from, though I never have continuous dreams any other time.
( to sleep, perchance to dream... )
Oh, yes... have I mentioned that I've been sick? It's one of my idiosyncrasies; every time I run a fever, no matter how briefly, it settles in my hands somehow. I may be shivering, in fact I usually am, and my skin may be cold and clammy everywhere else... but my hands are burning hot. No matter the weather, then, I can't bear to wear gloves or even put my hands in my pockets; I want nothing more than to find an icepack and encase my hands to the wrists in coolness.
The other inevitable symptom is dreams. Vivid ones. Ones I can't escape from because waking doesn't break the sequence; I fall back into the same dream I awoke from, though I never have continuous dreams any other time.
( to sleep, perchance to dream... )
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