Woke up. 4:00 AM. Damn it’s hot as shit. Got up to turn on the fan. I still can’t walk in a straight line. At least the light’s on. And the fan?
Looking for the nearest water bottle. Hoping to hydrate so I don’t wake up in an hour feeling like this again. The fan? It’s on now and turning. Found a big liter bottle. Off to get my fix.
Damn thing won’t fit under the sink faucet. Went back, looked in the trash bin, lucky me, a regular fucking water bottle. Filled with water then drained twice. Reloaded for my night shift on the soft-one. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this.
Fuck, I left my charger on the porch outside. Went outside, charger now in hand, water bottle half empty again. Ready to sleep and this time I’m conscious of it.
Deep breath. Deep enough to breathe in the rest of the water. Back in bed. 4:20 AM.
Damn, still dark. 5:05 AM. I have to piss so bad and it’s cold as shit. Why is the fucking fan on?