Escape-Igneous

I have been tossing and turning for hours barely able to get any sleep. Even with having no clothing to cover an inch of my flesh, my skin is soaked with sweat. I rise from the bed knowing that resting is no longer an option. The rising sun has taken away the cool breeze in the night air even though it didn't do much.

As I stand from the bed I look back at the grey comforter and see that my body is lined out atop it from the perspiration from my skin. The figure looks as if I tried to make a snow angel on the bed from how much I moved. I wipe the sweat from my tired eyes and head toward the bathroom. I turn on the shower to the coldest setting and step under the spray. I bellow against the pain of the water hitting my flesh. I jerk out from under the spray and watch as steam quickly fills the enclosure of the shower.

It should be impossible to see any steam at all with the water set this low. As I think of the ramifications of what this means I know that I am truly in trouble. I stic