Cold Sweat

The snow of yesterday lingers in my mind,

and the heat of today bites at my body.

Exhaustion writhes through every atom in my being, and sleep seems to be the only thing I know how to do.

I wake this morning in a cold sweat, except everything is hot outside. It's 70 degrees, and the whole of my spirit forgets what it's like to feel frozen.

The heat eats away at my exhaustion. I am now the most awake I've ever been. It's funny; The cold lulls me to sleep, yet the burning in the air forces me awake.

It makes me sit here, thinking:

"Why do they call it a cold sweat anyway?"