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What is this liquid dripping down my nose?
Am I bleeding?
Ohhhh no. This is something else. Sweat.
As I wake up in the morning, I wonder where my bed sheets are?
I definitely don’t want them. Kicked on the floor.
I then hear a strange buzz buzzzzz as I scratch my calf, then I see the red welts on my arm and foot.
What a nice blood sucking mosquito.
Ahh those glorious ceiling fans
Trying, trying ever so hard to be effective. Fail. Fail. Fail.
Poor useless things.
Finally, as I lay in this sun I think: here it is. Summer. MY summer
The summer I want. Awww. This magnificent, wonderful, splendid sunny, sunny day.
Fantastic to rub down my red, ruddy, weak body with aloe.
Fantastic to be forced to lay about the house, unable to move an inch without excruciating pain.
Fantastic, to feel my sticky icky aloe skin.