Shiver

If age is a gentle repo man, sickness is a bounty hunter.

You can never truly rest, despite how many times people tell you to get good rest. There’s something gunning for you.

You toss and turn. Like a slow-ticking metronome, your body vacillates from hot to cold. Hot to cold. Shiver and sweat. Strip the wet sheets off the bed and lay your body down on the bathroom floor. Hide from your reflection.