Just something fun I wrote : )
The room was still. Not even air stirred, it was so oppressively hot. There was no relief; the heat beat down like a hammer: one could not feel anything but the sweat dribbling down their brow. It was a stifling heat; moist clothes stuck to skin like glue. The damp smell of humidity permeated the room. Even with the air conditioning on at the highest, no effect could be felt. Such was the climate of Taiwan. The room itself, however, was comfortably furnished: a large couch, with cushions piled mountain high, a large flat screen television, surround sound system. Around were shimmering plastics of DVD and game covers, glittering like stars in the mid-afternoon sun with light streaming through the window in lancets of golden yellow.
The room was still. Not even air stirred, it was so oppressively hot. There was no relief; the heat beat down like a hammer: one could not feel anything but the sweat dribbling down their brow. It was a stifling heat; moist clothes stuck to skin like glue. The damp smell of humidity permeated the room. Even with the air conditioning on at the highest, no effect could be felt. Such was the climate of Taiwan. The room itself, however, was comfortably furnished: a large couch, with cushions piled mountain high, a large flat screen television, surround sound system. Around were shimmering plastics of DVD and game covers, glittering like stars in the mid-afternoon sun with light streaming through the window in lancets of golden yellow.
A languid figure reclined on the couch in repose; his eyes followed the images on the television with an air of boredom. He’d seen this before; he’d seen this a million times already. Shawn ignored the play of colors on the screen with indifference. His attention wasn’t on the show; it was instead directed at his friend Howard, who lay on his back, face distorted in a comically exaggerated expression of distress.
“It’s too hot,” complained Howard, fanning himself vigorously. “I can’t stand it. And the humidity! God, my clothes have become like my second skin now.”
Shawn looked at him lazily. “The AC is as high as it can be,” he said, not moving, “and besides, it’s gonna get even hotter tomorrow.”
Howard groaned. “How can it get hotter? It already feels like an oven. Any warmer and I’ll be dead. And it’s so humid I can hardly breathe; it’s like to my mouth is being covered by a wet paper.”
Shawn rolled his eyes. Howard’s being overdramatic again. He sighed. This summer was supposed to be interesting. But so far, all that had happened was absolutely nothing.
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