Memories of Summer

I can remember the stifling heat that leaves me lying like a landed fish on the floor, gasping for any relief that I could possibly suck out of the thick summer air. The electric fan that I carefully hoard for myself stands like a sentinel nearby, futilely trying to stir some semblance of coolness to snap me out of the heady daze that my mind seems to have sunk into.

On days like that, everything seems to move in slow motion, making me think that the air has congealed into a thick liquid, rendering any sort of movement difficult and deliberate. My eyes even seem to be looking through this substance, the outline of the ceiling as I stare into it becoming deformed and twisted, like seeing a mirage in the desert.

My brothers pass the time watching television, and the noise of the afternoon shows lull me further into half-sleep and dreams. Why does everything seem to be awash in a muted white, all edges seemingly fuzzy and insubstantial? I can’t breathe, and the sweat is like an itch that I can’t wait to be rid of.

My strength slowly ebbs away, melting from my immobile body into the floor. And my eyes close and my consciousness fades away… until summer is only a hazy memory half-remembered in my dreams.

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This is something that I wrote today while being desperately bored in the office ~_~