004.Warmth

Summer.

This was certainly not Angelo's kind of season.

Angelo had always been more into the beauty of the leaves in Fall, always inspired him to create something new.

Each color would twirl together and blend into the most beautiful patches of orange, red and yellow.

However, this wasn't Fall.

This was Summer.

And boy was it ever a pain, Angelo didn't hate it, as such, but he had always been a late riser, and was defiantly no morning person.

And the suffocating warmth of summer always made it that much harder to get out of bed.

Let alone move.

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