Staring at the ceiling , blasting LANY , wishing for mid summer .
The kind of summer that demands you sleep in shorts and open your windows day and night .
The kind of summer that displays it's sunsets like ancient tapestries upon the sky .
The kind of summer that is always ' reportedly hotter than last years ' .
So I stare at the ceiling , praying it'll come along soon .
Waiting for those days when I'm blinded by the suns rays and engulfed in its wonder .