the summer has been taking its toll on me. i feel it in every one of my skin cells that yields lifeless to the moist humid air of early july.

this morning i woke up with the miserable stench of stale air in my bedroom. i groggily peeled my tired ass out of bed to open a window, only to discover with much chagrin that there was no cool breeze — not a single draft of air to sweeten my spirit and lull me back into the coveted narnia of sleep-land. refusing to believe that the summer heat could have beaten my chance for continued slumber, i lay back in bed, throwing the merciless sheets from my legs. i tossed and turned, trying to get back to my dreamy subconscious where the sun could no longer make me feel sticky and utterly muggy. i would instead be lost in a world where my parents’ naggy voices were silenced and james dean was revived to be brought back as my boy-toy.

it didn’t work.

summer had beaten me.

so, i finally woke up and brushed my teeth. and you know once you brush your teeth with that lively bubbly colgate, it’s all over. the actual possibility of sleep escapes your entire morning desire to sleep in.