SERA

Two days of isolation, and my body started to betray me.

It began with a warmth that had nothing to do with the room temperature. A low, steady heat that pooled in my belly when I woke up on the morning of the second day, persistent enough that I kicked the covers off and pressed my face into the cool pillow and waited for it to pass. It didn't pass. By midday the warmth had spread into my limbs, a tingling, restless energy that made it impossible to sit still, and my skin felt too ...