Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Hot and Heavy . . .
I didn't want to go. It was the middle of the day and I knew that going would have repercussions but I knew I had to go through with it. As soon as I opened the door, the heat took over my entire body in a way I haven't felt for months. My cheeks blushed and my eyes squinted so that nothing seemed clear. I needed to move quickly and so I charged forward. Once I got what I wanted, I was gone in a flash. Back at home I could finally cool down. Why did I do it? I could have stayed in the safety of my home instead of engaging in this hot and sweaty affair. It didn't matter, it is summer and I would need to do it again tomorrow. Why is the mailbox so far from the front door anyway?