Somehow, when it is 117 degrees outside… every movement seems to take more energy.
When you breathe, the air seems heavier… denser. I come in from the glare and I can’t see. I take off my glasses and rub my eyes and inhale the cooler air- the cold air. And now I get to sit for hours and listen to presenters. The presenters don’t know how much I want to sleep. And in this room filled with hundreds of people… including my boss’s bosses… I don’t think it would be a good idea to move some chairs around and curl up on the floor.
So in spite of the extreme temperature outside. I sip a cup of black coffee… hope the caffeine and the act of holding a cup of scalding liquid will keep me awake.
In my head, I hear music.