Daydreaming Late Thoughts

Heat, real or imagined,
flushes my cheeks.
Every tiny goosebump
magnifies every touch of fabric
from my dress,
and it’s almost unbearable.
Every passing breeze
of cologne
fills my lungs,
and my mouth
is watering and dry
at the same time.
It’s hard to focus
on anything
but this part-physical,
part-psychological chaos.

It’s funny
that it feels almost the same
as when I’m getting sick.

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