Fever

I wake up warm.  It's a tropical paradise.  I feel the sun beating down on me and then I open my eyes to the darkness.  It is the middle of the night and the full moon glances off the snow blanketing the trees.  I think the furnace must be set too high, but it is sixty six degrees in here.  But I turn it down more.

Getting up I stumble down hill to the bathroom.  There is a center point in this house somewhere in the hallway as if gravity had a drawstring there pulling it all together and deeper down..  It makes everyone feel a little off balance, a bit surreal, but it is simple reality.  The house sags.

I'm sagging too.  I dream of being a child, of dogs threatening me, of impossible tasks that leave me exhausted in my sleep.  It is cold and I finally realize I have kicked the covers off.

Pulling them back up I snuggle down in my pillows and dream I am walking up hill in the snow.  It is so deep and I am so tired.

I wake up hot and the room is freezing.