There is a special silence at 3:17 a.m. when you wake up soaked through your shirt, your pillow, and possibly your ancestral line.
The medical term is night sweats. The lived experience is discovering your bed has become a low-budget swamp documentary.
Gold medal in waking up damp and furious.
The part nobody puts in the brochure
And yet, somehow, women are expected to treat this as a quirky inconvenience rather than a symptom that can wreck sleep, mood, work, and the will to interact politely.
If a middle-aged man woke up in a puddle every night, there would be a dashboard, a task force, and probably a commemorative ribbon.
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