My Lengthy Recovery

It was too hot.

Those were the first few words that struck me when I awoke. My limbs were tangled in with the paper-thin sheets, which should - by all means - provide little warmth to my body, but I found myself utterly sweltering. Sweat dripped down every crevice of my skin; under my arms, between my breasts, down my stomach. It was like I had awoken in the middle of a desert somewhere far away. So hot - hot, unbearably hot -

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The three visitors she receives while in recovery, and how it shifts her perspective on life. The act of being kind.