The best Mortar?

I opened my eyes.

I touched the surface of my skin, soft, slippery and sticky.

My shirt was partially wet, and when I put my hand on my head, it was very warm. My ebony black hair strung to my face, imprinted on my neck and stuck to my back.

I sweated so much it could look as if I almost wet the bed; I quickly hurried to remove my shirt to remove the uncomfortably cold, wet feeling. I hurried into the shower. I stepped in hastily using lavender soap and rubbing on my body as I washed off the sweat that clung to my skin, like cleaning soot from a chimney.

I sweated so much it looked as if I had almost wet the bed!