Eye of the storm

By: Elm Bee!

A/N: I decided to start writing a new story based on real life Heat summer events. So grab a coconut smoothie, kick back in your hammock and enjoy.

It is hot. SO hot I swear to god I am beginning to smell like hamburger meat. Which is a whole lot of gross. I moved my body over on the hammock so that I couldn't see the sky. It was so hot in my house that I actually discovered it is 20 degrees cooler outside than inside my "air conditioned" seaside cottage, than in it. Talk about pathetic. My central air has been on the fritz for 5 days now, 5 of the hottest days of the year. Leave it to me huh? I can't afford to fix it on my record shop paycheck. To top all of this wonderful week off my bathing suite was dyed pink when my best friend and housemate decided to put it in with her skirt, which happened to be red. I refuse to where that color pink out in public anywhere. So I am forced to lie in a pair of jean shorts and a tank instead of going swimming in the refreshing ocean 30 feet from me.

The perfect week in my book-NOT! I felt the heat (and anger!) catching up to me and I began to slowly drift into a land of relaxation and pure afternoon nap. Ah.

Short and sweet.