#115
I lay on the bed, belly down, face to one side. Ceiling fan on. Window open. It’s mid-afternoon, the sun outside, already hot. The humidity, gone. My hands, dry. But I lay, I sleep, I sleep like I’ve never slept before, like I’m jet-lagged after a multihour flight somewhere far.
I sleep, the dog on the floor, the cool floor, near by. We sleep, one hour, two. It feels mid-summer, but it’s mid-April. I miss the mid-summer heat, sweltering (a great word), sweltering heat that makes you sleep in the mid-afternoon, no choice.
I’m in a different place, a different country, a world away, oceans apart, but the sensation is familiar, one that feels close.
Later, after the sun goes down a little, I’ll sit outside with a book. The dog, still feeling the heat, asleep in the shade while the breeze picks up just enough to make me, us, be able to stand it outdoors.