"Hmmm? What?" yawns David, before falling back asleep almost instantaneously.
It's 1:30 a.m. Moments ago I was curled next to David, really loving being the Big Spoon. Now I am temperature of the sun.
|The Lava Queen by Wasudo (Deviant Art)|
Covers off. I'm sweating from every pore in my torso... neck... scalp. Ugh. The Lava Queen is back and she's doing a floor show of excretion. I stagger to the bathroom, drink two glasses of water, then lean against the sink, panting from my near self-inflicted drowning.
It's my own damned fault. I had two drinks this evening. One at dinner and then a Rusty Nail as a nightcap. Too much alcohol. Plus I'm on these stupid pills to regulate my period which I think are just fucking my hormones over. Double whammy there. Stupid. It's been a few months since I've been hit this hard. I thought it was done. More the fool me.
No problem. I'll just snuggle back into bed now that I'm cooler and... the sheets are all damp. I look over at David. Can I possibly re-sheet the bed with him still in it? Unlikely. Fuck it. If I have another flash, the cold sheets will feel fantastic. See that? Silver fucking lining.
The only problem is when I start to make the bed in the morning. I probably shouldn't make the bed with wet sheets. I could leave the covers off all day and then make the bed right before I go to sleep, or...
"Why are you taking the blow dryer into your bedroom?" asks Rissa.