The ache and the cold and the heat come on together. There is no cold, just less heat. There is no dark, just less light. The fever rises and falls in me like a wave. My body keeps overshooting and undershooting its set points and I am left in sweats or shivering. I sleep as the pendulum passes through its nadir, briefly.
My imagination takes off as soon as I finally sleep, the fluttering of its rising wings…a little basket holding my illness, floating like Moses in the bull rushes.