It was one of those hot and muggy summer afternoons where even the cob webs on the veranda corners were denied any movement, Ceiling fans undulated the currents of steamy air around like hot vapors around a carousel in hell, circling, engulfing and choking taking away your last breath.
Needing to take a break from my work I decided to go home for a short while. As I entered my domain I left a trail of multicolored garments across the floor. I melted across the pale green sheets of my bed like a Goya in the flesh.
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