The Rub
I opened my eyes and squinted at the glowing numbers on the DVR. It was still dark, so I knew it wasn’t time to get up yet. “Don’t grab your glasses,” I thought to myself. If I grabbed my glasses to crystalize those fuzzy blobs then I would definitely be awake, and there would be no hope of getting back to sleep. It didn’t matter. I was up now. I rolled over and fumbled my hand across the side table to find a glass of water. When I had gone to bed the room felt like a sweltering jungle, but now in the middle of the night the air was a current of ice that caused my throat to crack and rasp with each breath. I found the glass and took a sip deep enough …