The a/c in the car

The air conditioning in the car is the only thing keeping me remotely present at the moment. The heat outside makes my body want to float away, and it takes on the quality of cotton dancing in the breeze.

I can’t be home because I will certainly lose time, especially feeling this way. I should drive to the coffee shop, but all I can do at the moment is place my face near the air conditioning vents so that I don’t completely float away.

At times like this I ask, Have things really improved for me? Am I getting better, or is that belief just a delusion?

I just looked at my gas gauge. I need to take myself some place because I am going to run out of gas just sitting here if I don’t.

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