summer has completely dissipated like that white fog that slowly fades from the glass window. but i feel that it still hasn't left me. at most nights while the torrential rain pours heavily like pebbles scattering on the roof, i lie in bed with that impulse to pull off my clothes and let all the heat escape from skin to air. but perhaphs it really isn't the summer heat but something else that rides in my bloodstream and burns my body like a fever. i get up to drink an iced glass of water and let the coolness trace from mouth to throat to breasts to belly. but after a few minutes the heat seeps in again, now more intense like that burning sensation in your hand after you hold an ice for too long. arrrgghh!!! this is madness! a funny thought plays repeatedly in my head.

if my bra is flammable, i'm pretty sure i'd be on fire right now.

i go back to bed and lie breathing from my mouth, trying to take in some air to ease the stifling heat. then i wonder what he will say if tell him i need his limbs not because i feel cold but because i feel warm. surely he'll crack some half-meant joke about offering more than his limbs. that made me chuckle. but tonight i only have the bed to embrace my back and the midnight air to give me a goodnight kiss.

it's really difficult when you're ovulating and you're alone.