The next morning, I woke up feeling like hell. I had never remembered feeling so miserable in a long time. There was no telling which was worse- the bone-chilling cold I had felt a few days ago or this feeling that I was on fire. It was a literal struggle for me to open my eyes. They seemed to be sewn shut. After a protracted battle, I got them open. I managed to raise my head to look down at myself. I just had to know if someone had lit a fire close to me. Yes, I wasn't burning literally but it felt like I was inside.
I was in my bed and from the quality of light I could see through the half-open window, it was morning. My head hit the pillow, my neck muscles refusing to support them any longer. The effort I had made to raise my head sent the world's largest drum banging in my head. It
