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I fell asleep cold, but I woke up sweaty. I kicked the blankets off and lay still, evaporating, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the first time I woke up in bed with you. It was too hot and I hated it and your skin against my chest was like fire, but I chose that heat.
The bed chilled again and my skin grew clammy, but the cold I chose wasn't as good as the heat.