I’m cold.

My eyes ache.

Fire! From a balloon. Just imagine it’s my feverish mind.

I’m reminded of a little ditty I once wrote:

Burning, something’s burning
Everything has that smoky flavor.

It has a tune that I’m hearing in my head.

I know, it has nothing to do with a fever. It’s about an apartment fire.

But I’m feverish, so you’ll give me a break.

I need to go drink more water now.

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