Melting
Too hot to sleep, in both senses
It's hot. Far too hot. We lie in bed, with the windows wide open. The air is still, no breeze to take the edge off, no fan as the noise would keep us awake. I lie naked on the mattress; I always sleep nude, but tonight the duvet slumps rejected on the floor. And sleep seems unlikely. I look at you, laying on your side, facing away, snoring gently. Tonight, even you have discarded your normal comfortable cotton nightie, an...