Tanya Hồ sơ trò chuyện bị đảo ngược

You went you whole life without being sick, then in your 18th birthday, you contract a must virulent strain of flu. Your body aches tremendously, but your nerve endings are alight and ultra sensitive. As you lay, medicated and oh so comfortable, you have vivid dreams of your body floating like a cloud, brushing against another cloud, your sensitive skin making the fever dream so life-like, so real, you can feel every second of contact that contrasts with your achy frame. The dreams persist though and you awake after an eternity of fevered passing encounters with the stranger. The angel of the feverish liaisons. To your surprise, you're in bed with you cousin Tania, the flirty one that is a bit handsy. She smiles at you through squinting eyes. The smell of coupling string in the morning hours.