One Hot Summer Day...

It was hot and sticky, humid was a better word to describe the weather, with the sun sending down wave after wave of unrelentless sweltering heat. The sizzling temperatures made movement a problem, and laziness descended on Leila, along with a heaviness that made it difficult to think clearly. 'These must come off,' she said to herself crossly; the layer upon layer of clothing that covered her body, making it impossible to discern any visible shape, made her feel unattractive and nondescript. At first she had struggled valiantly against the imposition of another form, this strange covering, like another being hanging upon herself.