Lounge

It was one of those days where it was too hot to do anything.

Kids tried to play in the street, but quickly became burnt out once the morning shifted to noon. Others tried to tough it out by hanging in the shade, but even the shadows held no protection against the mid-day sun. Even the local swimming hole couldn't aid in the relief. The water had grown too warm - bath-like and as soon as one got out, the sun immediately licked the water of their skin, too quick to even offer a second of cooling.

It was the kind of heat that made the mind hazy. All it offered was a lethargic feeling. The air was so thick with humidity that it was hard to take deep breaths. Your throat would remain open, but the amount of moisture in the air would fill your lungs so quickly, it'd feel as if you were drowning. It was a horrible feeling - the body wanted to breath deeply and quickly to cool down, but every time it did, a fit of coughing would ensue.

They had paced around the house, wet with perspiration, wondering how to make it through the day. All their friends were doing the same thing - just scraping by, waiting for the sun to dip below the horizon, but there was still a couple hours left. Thats when they noticed him, pressed against the floor, spread out underneath the ceiling fan.

It made perfect sense. They followed his example - laying down on either side of him.

Lounging.