entry 17: fever (may 19)

woke drenched in sweat. fever dreams all night. she was there in each one — sometimes my size, sometimes smaller, sometimes just the vial glowing red.

in one dream she split me open like wet clay, pulled out my lungs, and replaced them with her silence. i woke gasping but calm.

the sheets were soaked. i didn’t wash them. i left them for her to witness.