The sweat soaked bed I lay on was situated right by the window, save for the little gap between where the heat vent ceaselessly blew out hot air. I opened the window for some relief but when a breeze finally found its way into the room it was more like steam being forced out of a boiling kettle.I think I was on fire!
The things people do in desperation - at 4 am I took a cold shower but relief was shortlived.At 6am, the sun began to rise, I ran out to greet it, vowing to never be warm again.
