The air hangs thick.
The fan struggles to stir its heavy heat around the room, but the same sticky cloud merely circles and consumes my body.
Sleeping is a nightly battle. Window open, too much noise. Window closed, can't breath.
I can feel the air settle on my crown. The pressure is too much. It swells at my temples, and my head feels like a peach in boiling water.
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