fucking A make it end

I woke up this morning sweaty and naked in my bed, my feet entangled in my covers that were sliding off the edge of my mattress. I could feel hot air streaming through the vent and reaching the sides of my ribs. The nape of my neck was damp with perspiration and my hair matted from all the tossing and turning. I laid in bed, staring at my fan making it’s rounds for a couple of minutes until I remembered a vivid dream I had been having right before I opened my eyes this morning. It’s scary when you have such clear visions about something that has happened to you and you can’t exactly tell what's real anymore. My mind flips every day like that, rethinking.