Elián;
The heat is trying to kill me.
I know this for a fact, I just can't prove it!!!
At first, it was just warm…the kind of warm that made the snakes of Nagari pleasantly curl into little coils around the palace pillars.
But then the heat spiked and continued to rise. And spiked. And now I am certain the sun has personally come into the room to fight me bare-handed.
"Oh, for heaven's sake…!!" I whine as I kick the blankets off with enough force to send them flying across the floor.
My hair is stuck to my neck, my back is sweating, my thighs feel like steamed buns, and the baby…my baby… is acting like a tiny furnace inside me.
"Zephan leaves for two minutes," I mutter to myself in annoyance as I sit up,
"and I'm already melting. Wonderful." I hiss as I stare at the bed and the ridiculously short shorts I'm in.
Despite how frivolous it is, it's still itchy and uncomfortable on my now clammy skin.
I tried everything.
Rolling.
