in a hundred words.

It’s late afternoon on a lazy Wednesday. 

I close my eyes. The heat is oppressive. A bead of sweat trails down my back. A lone electric fan in the room tries to bring some relief, but all it does is move the hot air around. 

I can hear my mother working in the kitchen. I can smell barbecue and garlic and other wonderful things. I can hear the melody of a Disney classic playing on my laptop. I can feel the thin worn sheets on my bed.

I open my eyes. Summer is almost over. I want to remember this.