Sensual Writing

The property was scorching hot when noon struck. The sun burned down on the marble entrance steps heating them up hot enough to fry an egg. The shade offered no comfort. The only comfort to be sought was from a gust of hot wind courtesy of a motorcycle whizzing by. That is, before being met with the slap of diesel pollution through your nose after. The black pine trees that lined the street now sweat their scent out. Their scent stained the air piney and woodsy.

I pry my fatigued eyes open, centimeter by centimeter. They are bloodshot from the heat. I lay in the shade on my back with my limbs spread out.The dirt beneath me is hardened yet extremely dusty. It seems the sun has not moved an inch since I last saw it. The heat radiates off of the ground thus engulfing me from above and below. It's aggression is stronger at 1. I'm hot and lazy. I stretch and yawn. It is completely silent. I hear no animals. No dogs, no cats, no birds. Not even a passerby or a car now. The humans are taking their daily siestas. We all are too hot to speak.

I'm thirsty so I muster up some energy to stand up. Only my front legs seem to work and now I'm siting upright while sitting down. I yawn again. In one smooth movement I move my legs to the side and stand up on all fours. I shake all of the dry dirt off of me. Then, I head over to my bowl that is set in the shade. My drinking water has heated almost enough to burn my tongue. With a slow and lazy pace I walk on over to the watering hose and nudge the handle with my nose. I slurp up the chlorinated cool water. I dip my head under the dripping water and shake that off too.

The tiny black kitten brown spotting jumps up onto the fence and meows. I glance her way and let out a snuffle from my snout. She gracefully jumps down and hurries to me with her tail in the air. She enjoys some cool water as well. We both lay back down, me on my back, her sprawled on her side facing the street. We both let out a big sigh and gently close our fatigued eyes.