here's a scene from last night, around 12:14-
It is 93 degrees in this house. Probably hotter upstairs, here in my room. I read for a bit and turn out the light. The fan is whirring loudly at the window, but is largely ineffectual. I twist, and one leg is under the sheet while the rest of my body waits, uncovered, for cool relief.
I force my eyes to adjust to the new world of my pitch dark bedroom. Then, the thought:
With the fan so loud, I won't be able to hear them.
Only I could scare myself so thoroughly and for no apparent reason. Who's "them?" Aliens? Robbers? The family of Cat People who moved into my closet while we were gone? Who knows.
I hesitantly pull my exposed leg under the sheet, for safety.
This is gonna be a hot one.