Heat. So much heat. Waves. Waves and waves of heat. I smile as sweat crawls down my back. It's an odd sensation, but I enjoy it. It means I've worked. It's my proof of progress.
It means I did something.
I shield my eyes from the bright sun and scan the field. No one. I then start batting. I toss a baseball in the air, then swing with all I've got. The satisfying crack from the bat fills the air, just for a beautiful second. I keep going, never slowing or stopping. Constant motion, fluid movements. More sweat.
Do you see me? I'm sweating. I'm doing something! Look at me! Here I am!
Here I am, sweat rolling down my face and neck. My clothes stick to my skin and become a part of me. Become a part of my muscle and skin. A part this lovely, lovely motion.
Because I can't sit still.
And I don't want to.
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Three's A Crowd
Humor"Twins are hard, Mary." "Try triplets on for size, bitch. I don't need your shit right now." "Mary! Don't swear, you're in a Happy Mothers meeting." "Go fuck a tree, Linda. This shit hurts like hell."
