Fever

 You know how when you have a fever, even wearing clothes hurts? When you have a fever, moving is uncomfortable. Just being is barely more than tolerable. When you have a fever, you want to crawl out of your skin to rid yourself of the feeling that your skin is crawling all over you, tiny shifting pinpricks. 

Some days...many days...most days...

I have a fever in my mind. Every thought is like an itchy sweater on raw skin. 

I shift. 

I readjust. 

I try to just be, but even just being is barely more than tolerable. I want to crawl out of my brain, to be free from following the constantly rolling ball of consciousness. 

I want to take a sick day; to turn off the lights, shut the door, and go home to rest. But there is no door. There is no rest. 

This is my home, my sickbed; 

and here, fever rages.