Sonja

　　Waking up I groaned as the sheets stuck to my skin. I could not stop sweating. When did it become a sauna here? Crawling out of bed I tossed the covers and sheets far off of me and staggered to the closet. There was no way I could continue to wear this longer dress. I needed something that could breathe. The dress I grabbed was short, almost criminally so, but I was desperate.

　　I glanced at the door as I held the lemon-printed fabric. A shower would ...