Sunday Stuff

My Body was No Longer My Own

heat-miester It began at the base of my spine. A slow warmth that snaked up my back, one vertebrae at a time.

I sat up straighter and looked to see if anyone noticed the flush that began seeping into my cheeks, coloring the tips of my ears.

I reached over and turned on my fan – I made a point of never being without one these days.

I sighed and braced myself for another onslaught of internal heat.

Droplets of sweat broke out on my upper lip; I reached up to dab them away.

My body was no longer under my control.