A dedication to the horrible heat of the afternoon, which caused my brain to go into spontaneous combustion.
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It was hot.
So hot that everything seemed to be a warm, bright orange in the heat. The wooden floor was unpolished and worn, yet that too seemed to flow and swim like a viscous mixture of hot brown mud, boiling beneath my feet. The air was still. Thick and still. I could hear my heartbeat echoing around my head, damp and muffled. The humidity seemed to soar with every second, and it seemed as if a fog had fallen over everything, wet and corrupting. There was no breeze, but the cream coloured blinds tapped softly in the silence. The distant tinkle of the bell on my dog's collar seemed even further away than just the kitchen. The trees outside were still and quiet, as if silenced by the extreme heat. There were no birds, except one lone crow, fat and shining from scavenged meals. Everything turned to a blur. My glasses were somewhere around, but in this heat my mind felt like it had melted away, and I couldn't be sure. Couldn't be sure of anything.
In a drugged state I clambered back into bed. It was too hot to do anything, even to breathe sent a hot rush of thick air into my lungs. My eyes hurt. Everything was too bright...too bright to see...to think...
The welcome cool of the evening found me fast asleep and covered in sweat.
