the shivers

by hillarymay

You know that feeling when you just can’t get warm? I kept shaking while sitting at my desk; my clothes were seemingly too thin for this blistery occasion. I crawled under my thick flannel sheets and buried my head, although I still felt as cold as ever. I kept rotating my body back and forth; I couldn’t lay still.  After a half hour, only my face was visible. I had managed to form into a tight ball, hands grasping my shoulders, feet formed deeply into my mattress. So much effort with such little relief. Finally, after forty-five minutes, I gave up and slipped out of bed. I wasn’t as tired as I thought, nor was I as warm as I had hoped.