it's how 80 degree breeze creeps into my dark room through the open windows, licking my fingers, my toes. it's how it's so warm i can't sleep in anything except a tank top and underwear, pulling a sheet over me and then twisting out of if, pulling it back and twisting until i wake up in a tangle of limbs and cotton. it's how falling asleep in
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When is British summertime coming, God? And I DON'T mean the clocks changing!
*Sobs*
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