It was a hot humid night which created the worst kind of sleep. Tossing, turning, dreams about locked doors and TV license men crawling on all fours, that kind of night. I felt like I never truly slept, but once 6 a.m. hit, I was up and out, escaping into the cool glow of the refrigerator.
As I drank my milk I noticed no sweat on my skin and shuddered at the thought of it all being stuck in my bed sheets. When I finally decided to change them, I only saw mushed-up Cadbury Creme Eggs. What about the sweat?