Her skin was hot.
Camille’s eyes snapped open startled as she breathed out dazed at the feeling of just breathing. It felt different as she pushed the covers off her skin. She was cold, but the covers made her feel too hot. Groaning, feeling her son sitting heavy on her bladder, Camille went to go pee and only got some relief.
Taking a cold shower, Camille felt somewhat better as her skin felt unbearably tight. So tight to the point she felt suffocated in her own skin as she climbed out of the shower. Breathing out as she walked to the sink, Camille tried to steady herself as her vision swam, but as her entire body felt a shift of...something, she cried out as she hit the porcelain counter.
Shattering under her fist as she breathed out shakily, Camille felt her child move and watched
