Summer Afternoon

She lay back on the bed throwing her arms out wide in supplication- of what she had no idea. Perhaps to the heat demon that had lain claim throughout the land in recent days. The oscillating fan did little more than tease her with a hint of cool air and tiny beads of sweat continued their journey through the valley of her breasts. It felt good to lay stretched out to feel the pull across her shoulders and the rise of her chest with every breath. The fan ruffled the hair lying across her flushed cheek but did not have enough strength to move it mired as it was in the humid dew that covered her entire body. She tried to imagine winter with it's icey frost and biting winds and soft blankets in front of roaring fires with hot chocolate cupped between frozen hands. Thinking of winter didn't really help at all. Instead she thought of steamy climates, of Brazil and Argentina of the South American jungles and of hot hands on her body and gauzy netting draped around beds where moans were gathered up and lost in offering to the surrounding ruins and their gods. A much more pleasant imagining but still of no use to the current situation...