The pillowcase, or maybe it's your hair, scratches the back of your neck, but the pain that stabs your shoulder, yanking attention away from the muscle spasm squeezing your back like a full-body mammogram, prevents you from reaching up to make an adjustment. Besides, with the slightest twitch, shivers rattle your bones and race across your skin, even underneath two down comforters, a fleece jacket, tee shirt, sweat pants and wool socks. Anyway, lift an arm, while you simultaneously hold a thermometer steady under your tongue? Impossible.
Actually, it's never been bigger than this.