Chapter 152

When I stand, my head clouds over in fast, sharp pain and I swoon, almost fall back to the bed, I’d surely wake Dan up then, but the sensation recedes like the tide and I’m okay, I tell myself this just to make sure, “I’m okay.” Okay—cold, but okay. Freezing, in fact, naked and shivering, what happened to the heat in this place? Turned down low for the night, I think, that would be my dad’s handiwork. Heaven forbid he sweat in his sheets. He sleeps in longjohns this time of the year and piles on the covers with no regard for guys like myself who like to sleep buck naked and curled up against a lover for warmth. Having the heat down is fine while I’m asleep but the minute I step out of bed, I’m an icicle. Add goose bumps to my list of ailments today.