Hot Hot Heat

I remember why the third floor apartment was attractive. No idiot neighbors upstairs walking around, bouncing basketballs, having loud sex, etc. Little did I know the pitfall laid in the tar and gravel roof, soaking up all the sun in the day and saving it for me at night. I can practically see the glow of the ceiling through my closed eye lids. And for sure I could feel it force sweat out of every pore on my body. Oh, please let this end soon!!!