Cold Sweats

Grasping sheets. Throwing arms at nothing, finding nothing. Darkness is heavy. No vision. No words. Icy droplets form and run, trickle down my neck. Air passages close and open violently. Convulsions. Furrowed brow. Tight jaw muscles push forward their energy, all that is left. The build up. My fingers, hands, arms, and shoulders feel the anticipation. My body prepares. I lunge...

I cough.

My head falls down lightly upon the feather pillow. The throat feels red and raw.

Now we play the waiting game.