I need a motivation transfusion.
August 5--Write about a summer night--It was hot. Hot and steamy. Susanna kicked off the sheets that kept tangling themselves around her legs. She sat up in the darkness hating the way her t-shirt clung to her. She reached up and gathered her damp air off her neck and sighed at the cool feeling. She padded into the bathroom appreciating the cool tiles that felt like igloo blocks in the dead of winter. After finding a pony tail elastic in the drawer, she let the water run in the sink and held her wrists under the cold flow to let the water chill her blood as it moved through the veins so close to the surface of her skin. She couldn't face the thought of crawling back into her clammy bed so she sat for a while on the back porch watching the heat lightning in the west and the fireflies in the honeysuckle.
See you Thursday.
--Barbara
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