When some mornings are hot

It's 00:49 am, Saturday early morning in my part of the world. I've been tossing and turning in my sleep and now I'm fully awake, cannot go back to bed. It's hot and I'm sitting, imagining how it would really feel to take a good dive in Wara Kolo (name of our river).

The icy cold water particles would penetrate every thirsty pores on my body, penetrating every membranes and sooth every longing cells. I could feel the cold sensation reaching my brain and every part of my being, driving away the heat and leaving me in calm suspension between the sand and the air.

I could see myself floating in sweet serenity, looking up to the stars, into the galaxies and imagin if it's cold up there too?

I could stay here forever, submerged in this tranquility for as long as my body can sustain me. But nay, I'm back to my reality, typing away as I hear dogs barking in the distance.

The heat is slowly fading as my ceiling fan beats the air particles tirelessly while spin on full speed. Oh you poor fan, if only this house is kitted with aircondition you wouldn't work so hard.

But then, wait, did I hear water drippling at my neighbour's bathroom? Yes. Ok I probably need to have a bath too. Good idea ... and good morning to you. 😊