In the span of an hour

I fall asleep.
I have a dream about Barbara Stanwyck.
I wake up.
I look at my phone with blank eyes.

I am hot
I am bold.
I am not
I am cold.

I can compose but cannot think.
I must never.
I shake out my crick and wince in a panic.
I persevere.

I am hot
I am bold.
I am not
I am cold,

In the space of a minute or two.