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It's a humid summer morning, my body is sticky with sweat. I turn over kicking the rest of the comforter to the floor, fighting to go back to sleep. I groan cursing the heat that has settled in my room and turn over once more to find relief. Of course that doesn't happen. Finally I give up on my journey for more rest and blink the haze of sleep from my eyes. My eyes focus on a crack in the ceiling, a thin jagged crack that leads to the ceiling fan. The barely moving, three winged fan that is supposed to help me out, isn't doing it's one and only job. My eyes narrow, giving the fan the dirtiest look I could muster, as if that will get it to move.
"My sleep ended because of you," I hiss out. With a sigh, I roll myself off the dampened sheets and make the wise decision to take an hour long cold shower.