The relief of cool water on my hot sticky skin was bliss to say the least. It had been one of those days; where it was just too hot, and the heat that you soaked in left you lazy and glassy-eyed.
I didn’t want to think of tomorrow or what I putting off. All I desired was to lay and fester in my own dazed heat. To just lay and do nothing. But life does not still on those days. The world kept spinning, impossible, yet, there it is, just spinning. Life goes on , and here I am, slowly roasting away. Squandering precious seconds turn minutes turn hours.