Heat and The Madness

My feet are hanging off the bed again. The covers and sheets are askew, completely useless on a scorching night like tonight. It's long past midnight and it's still close to 90. I would trade this pillow and this box spring for a pool of water right now, anything cool and calm will do.

In between the tossing and turning, I lose all hope of rest. There's absolutely no chance of that tonight. The way sheets cling to any piece of exposed skin like a sort of weak glue hinders all form of comfort.

This heat wave has been relentless for the better part of two weeks now, and it shows no signs of letting up. I crawl out of bed to fetch a glass of water, juice, wine.... Anything that will cool me down! I beg for relief!

As I lumber about my room looking for something to cover myself with, I quit looking outright. I could careless at this point if anyone saw me in the bare, they would understand.

After retrieving a tall glass of water I find my way to the couch. In between surfing channels on late night TV, I nod off, truly exhausted. Thinking back now, I can't be sure if I was dreaming or if I was purely hallucinating from my heat delirium. Chasing a girl down a long hallway, she quickly turns to make sure I m keeping up with her.

I can hear Ambient sounds and music playing. The light is low in this forever hallway. Flashes of her face. She comes to a door and goes over the threshold. By the time I'm there, the door has closed and I m nervous about opening it. I reach for the knob only for the door to open before me.

Standing there she says, stay with me tonight. As she takes my hand, I turn to look back down the hall. I see nothing but the walls and I hear nothing but music I can't make out entirely. The light is weak, I can't see the end of the hall, it fades to black just a few feet beyond the threshold.

As the door closes and I hear is click, I wake up. Still couch bound. Still surrounded by heat. Confusion sets in as I reserve myself to analyzing my dream. What did it mean? What do they ever mean?

As I switch the TV off, the weather man is heard. "Another hot one out there for today, stay cool."

I m at my wits end weather man, I could use a break. So for my five day forecast, I respectfully request you make that dream happen. I don't ask much of you weather man, and you've always done well.

Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe we're all crazy. One thing is certain, it's only getting hotter, and it's only driving me closer to madness