Helpless

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Last night, Sweet Melissa woke me up with a start in the middle of the night.
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"Baybee!!" I heard.
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I flipped my eyelids up and my heart began pounding as the adrenaline rushed through my veins. Someone is in the house! I'll kill them!!!
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"What is it!?" I asked.
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"You're all uncovered!!!" she answered in a panicked voice.
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So I was. Not only uncovered, but exposed to the fan blowing next to the bed. She had to accentuate the point by putting her hot hand on my frozen stomach to make me realize that I was, in fact, freezing to death and likely only moments from going into a state of shock.
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Like most people at the beginnings of hypothermia, I became disoriented and confused as I fumbled with the bedding. I could not figure out the entry point for going under the covers. What I didn't know is that I was laying on top of them. I easily exhausted myself in my attempts to find my way back under the blankets. As my body began to give up the fight, all I could manage to do was issue a frustrated final call for help: "Baby, I don't know what to do!"
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Without any regard to retaining her own warm spot on the bed, she dove over and, in what seemed like mere seconds, she had me completely covered up. Like any seasoned rescuer, she covered my body with hers to share her body heat until my core body temperature returned back to normal.
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Surely if she had not discovered me laying out atop of my bedding and taken such heroic action, I might very well be dead this morning. So thank you to my Sweet Melissa for saving my life.
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Again.
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Originally posted at http://sinnerviewer.blogspot.com/