I’m not sure about you, but one of my all time favorite things is waking up in the middle of the night sopping wet in sweaty pjs. It may not be so bad it if was only sweaty armpits. But I’m talking about entire body sweat. Arms, legs, chest, back, neck… :::shudder::: …everything but the armpits!
And by the time I wake up, it’s not hot sweat. It’s cold, clammy, nasty sweat. To top it off, not only are my pjs drenched…but so is my pillow, my bed and my sheets. It’s like looking at one of those crime scene body outlines. Dis.gus.ting.
I have to get up, change into something dry and then search for a dry spot when I climb back in bed…because I’m not changing the sheets in the middle of the night.
It would be one thing if there was a dance party in my bed. But it’s not getting hot in there. No disco ball. No Nelly. It’s just me. Sleeping. Alone.
Can’t a girl catch a break? And not break a sweat?
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