In the late morning, the heat became stifling. I wore my pajamas to school, but nobody noticed, because nobody ever actually notices anything that doesn’t smack them right in the forehead. I’d like to think that I’m alone in my thoughts, so I will, because I can.
In the late afternoon, the entire world became too much. The heat seemed to roll in through the windows. I lost my grip of my pencil, the fringes of my shorts, and time. Humid clouds filled the hallways and the air between conversations, delusion riding on its back.
Nobody else could see or feel the burn on my skin. I couldn’t help but feel as if I felt a million times more than everyone surrounding me. An itch, scratched. A scar, punctured.
stretchthebow replied to your post: I don’t recall a single care. Just greenery and humid air.
sounds like a line from a song?
I leave for Florida at 8am. I put off packing, but I don’t really care. Talk to me while I’m awake all night long.