And by this I do mean ZOMBIE.
If I were to guess, I’d say it’s about 1000 degrees in here. (“In here” is otherwise known as the bedroom in which I sleep in — or try to anyway.) This very early morning, at 1.30 am, I was in here. Awake. At 5.30 am, I was still here and still awake. But I fell asleep some short time after that.
Some time between 7 and 7.30, the sun woke me up. At 8, it woke me up again. It’s now 8.40 and I’m giving up the idea that I’m going to fall asleep again. It’s too hot and sticky and icky. I hate it. And, it’s so hot I don’t want my duvet, but then it feels weird, because us human beings have been trained to need a duvet over our bodies.
Between 8 and now, I have contemplated: going downstairs to sleep on the couch, because it’s much cooler down there; going downstairs, outside and into pool (very very very tempting); going downstairs and getting bottle of spray water and/or glass of fresh water with ice cubes; giving up on sleep and maybe napping in afternoon.
Obviously I chose the last option.
Maybe I’ll go into another room, and write. Or better yet: go downstairs where nobody else is, where the air is fresh, where there’s food and water and– Okay, I’m going. Now.
Will be back to write more.
PS: This is so ironic, because when we came here the weather was shit and we wanted it to be really hot so we could use the pool without freezing. Be careful what you wish for…