The bright light beams through the glass panels,
A crack in the window left open overnight.
Room growing ever warmer as each second passes,
Energy slipping away from every body.
The air pulses alongside the fan,
Air cycling about and barely keeping cool.
The concept of time is lost along constant sleep,
The heat constantly guiding towards a lazing nap.
[ "Slumber Flare" - Written 29 July 2022 ]
(i hate summer.)
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