Jonathan-Beers
She tossed and turned. It was the middle of the night. The whole room was cloaked in darkness.
The clock ticked. The sound drove her crazy, something it doesn't usually do. But because of the blasted heat, every little possible thing bothered her.
She got up, leaving the room and creeping down the stairs. She knew she wasn't getting any sleep, so why not take a walk?
July. That one month of the year where all you wanna do is go swimming. Whether its in the fresh-smelling, seaweed-full saltwater ocean or your own pool just a few twenty or so feet from your back door. You dive or run into the water, hoping and expecting to emerge into a new world, a world hopefully not as HOT.
A world without mosquitoes would be nice as well.
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