Cold shivers puncture my skin
yet the warmth inside
OVERPOWER5

With eyes closed
tucked in my bed
a cool pressure on my hot forehead
like damp cloth,
it s o o t h e s

Then, a voice!
Oh, the voice of woman!
of being much stronger than I
sweet and soothing,
like honey.

I, like child,
lay vunerable
beside this pillar

Her words, like hot chamomile
alleviate

Her hand on my forehead,
Her voice in my chest
with this, tommorow
I LIVE!