Shiver me timbers

I spent last night waiting for a cold to kick in. I could feel that niggling at the back of my throat that signals its onset. Nothing came to pass, so I went to bed. Alas, I woke up at 7am shivering like a small dog in public.

Going against all my desires to get warm, I tried to cool myself down by pressing against the wall. I was feeling rather unusual, but managed to stop shivering and eventually slipped back into a few strange dreams. Notably one where I was travelling out to sea, at night, in an open boat for miles and miles deep into the black.