Oh to my wake up in the morning and walk out of a cool bedroom into a space that feels like a warm vacuum.
Having shut all windows and drawn all blinders the night previous this room has slowly tuned into an oddity overnight.
An unspeakable stuffiness mingled with a leftover smell of turned off air conditioning ( if ever there such a thing, but there is) combined with faint whiffs of rose reed diffuser has rendered this place a sort of diffused stale rose in a forgotten place sort of vibe, one that tended to mess with my head the moment I strode in here.
Opening windows only to be greeted by a summer solar flare of the most oppressively grisly description and a burgeoning sound of cicadas that seemed to gush into the house in a medley of a hundred orchestras gone mad; like a gigantic ball of heat and sounds lurking outside the windows waiting to be let with utmost urgency.
Ah well, is all in now.
The heat, the sounds and at this time in the morning, I sit with my face in the fan, drinking lemon water and letting myself get washed over by that summery feelings which only ever happens when it's summer.
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Edit: this post didn't make t out until I saw it just how. It's been lying in my unsent items..so really, this was my first post of the day.
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