There was no cooling system in sight. Not even a fan was at a-hand’s-grasp to relieve what supposedly had overtaken my body. Funny! It was a summer night. But it felt like it was seven months after. I could still hear the feathered-creature humming outside my windows. They muddled with the strings the almost un-heavenly chorale of cicadas produce. They all confuse my senses more.
Should I shift my attention to the numbing cold or in protecting my ears from that discordant sound?
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