Its midnight, the heat sits on my skin like a lazy teenager. I had long switched off the screens and rested my head on a lukewarm pillow.
Sleep evades me like a nerdy teenager, looking for a date to the prom.
They circle in my mind’s eye, promising to cool, at least my tongue.
My Roshan and Biscayne Bay fans continue to recycle the hot air, as I make my way to the tiny kitchen. With a huge chunk of ice in each palm, I clap them together to make smaller bits.
Soon, I was back to lounging in bed with an ice chip to each jugular vein.
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