dramatics
I am once again burning with a fever. So hot that I sweat and freeze in the air conditioner's draft. So i hide under the covers and soak my sheets, drool on my forearm and pillow. Wake up on my back, in the dark with my glasses on. I search the shadows running from the Mac, laugh at the faces and immediately forget the world I just saved from destruction.
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