annapbrittain
The sunlight turned the insides of my eyelids a backlit shade of pink-red when I woke up in my parent's bedroom. I was kicked back on a recliner in my flannel nightgown with the kitty-cats all over them, and I had no idea how I got there.
Apparently I had been there for a while: the upholstery left an angry, itchy impression on the side of my face and the backs of my arms, and sweat was slick down the tops of my legs and causing my nightgown to stick to my back.
I don't remember what I was sick with or exactly how old I was, but I remember waking up and knowing that something in me had changed and that I was better.
I slept in the sunlight and my fever finally broke.