the sky swirls into a strawberry morning, thin cloud noodles tangling in the oak moss. pho summer sunbeams drizzle across my body in the form of sweat. spending my days laying lazily in the strong arms of old oak trees and imagining cool breezes that never existed have forced me to gain a new appreciation for popsicles and the cool tile floors of our kitchen. nemo and i climb into the trees to lay in the shade to get away from the children. it's been a real bonding experience for the both of us.
mom calls us into the kitchen at 3:00 every day, when the sun is at its hottest, and serves popsicles for the humans and yogurt cubes for nemo. after that mom bends me backward over the kitchen sink and washes the sunlight from my hair and it shrinks from bright blonde summer sun to wintery raven black. mom always said i was made for the cold. the icy water drips onto my back and cools me. nemo licks the droplets off my split ends.
once the summer sun slips back under the horizon and the moon comes up to rock us to sleep, i lay on top of my bed covers with my fan on high in hopes of sleeping. nemo slinks into the corner to lay on a pile of dirty clothes and the night takes me.
