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Hot Days

Hot days are days you hate the most. You find life so much more appealing when it's cold. When it's cold no ones questions your layers. When it's cold everyone is as covered up as you are. When it's cold you don't' feel quite as out of place as normal. When it's cold you feel like you could be normal.

But on the days when it's hot, like today you'd much rather stay in bed and wait for winter.

And it's hot.

So hot you're tempted to take of all your layers and let the sun kiss your skin.

So hot you want to go in the pool with just your bathing suit and feel the water gliding along your skin;

So hot that at night you want to sleep in just your underwear and a tank top instead of a nightgown a nun would envy.

So hot that you stand out even more.

It's when all the tanned bodies come back inside when it's gotten dark you look down at your gloved arm and know that underneath the skin is as white as snow.

It's in those days you wish and hope and pray for winter.

It's in those moments you remember summers near the lake, you remember the feel of tank tops and spaghetti straps and shorts and skirts.

It's in those moments you remember the sun-burned skin of your arm and getting scold at for forgetting about sunblock.

You remember laughing as you swam in nothing but a bathing suit.

And then you remember that it wasn't quite you.

Marie loved summer.

Rogue loves winter.

Fin