Sunday
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Kimmydonn's Choice: Both
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With the sun streaming in through the windows, the heat intensifies and the profound need to lay down overcomes me. This summer is unbelievable, heat in waves you can see and feel, creating distortions over everything, like the world is softening and melting.
On my back, in the lightest cotton I own, I try to remember ever feeling anything this overwhelming, all consuming.
It comes back in a blur, similar to the heat haze. Nothing is quite the same color it was before, nothing as sharp, but I remember him. I remember standing on the sand. It was almost as hot then. Only the surf moistening the beach kept it from burning toes. A bell rang, drawing my attention. Then I saw him, on a bicycle, speeding past, his dark hair blown away from his face in a breeze I coveted. He was beautiful, free, and gone. It was only a minute, but it was the first time my heart had raced that way for another person. I knew, if there was any way, I would find him again and make him notice me, make his heart race like mine did.
I was six.
I never saw that young man again, and thankfully, he wasn’t the only one to make my heart flutter, to completely consume my conscious, the way the sweltering heat did today. One such entered the bedroom, freeing me from the clutches of the sun and summer. I could focus on him.
“Babe, why do you have any clothes on.”
He had a point.
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