Melting in the sun, I lay on a faded, sagging lawnchair. Gripping a cup of lemonade that I bought for a quarter from the girl down the street. Feet dangling into the pool as I gaze across the glass surface.
Beads of sweat lazily slip from my forehead to my chin. My mouth reaches for the straw moistening my parched lips. Slurping, lemonade flows down my throat and through my veins refreshing, rejuvenating my sun-dried, sweat-soaked body.
A breeze floats past forming ripples in the sapphire glass as the sun concedes to the moon. Sparkles in the sky take turns revealing themselves until finally the shiest of stars comes out to say good night.
I sink a little lower in my chair and begin to lose sight of the diamonds up above while my eyes struggle to stay ajar. And as I drift into a light slumber, I look forward to doing it all over again tomorrow: strolling down the street for my sweet lemonade and sipping it by the water in the desiccating yet drenching heat until the stars flicker good night.
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