I am filled with thoughts of nails dragging across my skin, and gasps of shock and surprise. I am sweating in this heat that only I feel, and I can't cool off no matter how wide I open the window or how much closer I get to being completely naked, vulnerable, and bare. I want to tear off my clothes and skin and muscle and walk around in just my lovely white bones. Skin and bones, without the skin, not much different then the norm in my case. Walk around and be a skeleton, open and bare and naked. Vulnerable. Toss me and shove me and break me until I am only dust, so that the wind may feel privy to pick me up an carry me to the sea, to emmerse in the cold complacency of the blue-green water. Then, maybe, I will not be hot. I will not have skin to imagine nails draggin across it, and no voice to hear gasps of shock and surprise, and no clothes to take off, and no legs to walk into the sun.