Cool breeze

Lost in the tremors.

Switching from cold sweats to fever.

Sweating on top of the blanket.

Window open,

and it is too far away to close.

Bucket is closer,

and needed at times.

In my misery,

cool palm touches my brow.

Momentary peace.

Misery returns,

 but I feel calming fingers across my tortured body.

Gentle touch taking some of the pain.

In my delirium I feel a comforting kiss on the cheek,

 and see a shifting figure vanish out the window.

Reviews

[Papaya]

When we are feeling ill we really need that tender touch more than anything, :)
Fevers and chills turn us into helpless and vulnerable little creatures.

[Jon Roggie]

I hate the feeling. Your body brings all of your plans to a screeching stop.

[Lorry]

In fever'd delirium, the minds ghosts play havoc with us, or perhaps they protect us from even bigger horrors.
So well written Jon. I actually felt a shiver down my back at the memory of my own past fevered thoughts.

[Jon Roggie]

I also tend to be grouchy when I am sick, and maybe a touch over dramatic.