I lay still
My toes curled and my eyes glazed
The heat coming inside from the summer night surrounds me
Pores tingling with discomfort

I sigh
Lungs grow and shrink
Stretching the tiny criss crosses of thread
That make up this cotton shirt embracing my ribs

The roaring blur of the fan
Blades whipping and slicing like a sword cutting the air
Breeze barely a whisper on my skin
A lion's snarl just audible above the sound of the stars

My tongue slips over my chapped lips
Rain on a dry, drought infected land
Cracks are filled with desired moisture
I close my eyes and drift into restless sleep