Everybody was flocking to the beach like they would die if they didn’t. I was a late sheep to the party, so I was stuck with changing tents blocking my view and constant loud noises. Grumpily, I told myself when I finally win the lottery, I’m buying my own private beach.
It was too hot and she felt like she was melting away. Trying to find the energy to get up, knowing a cold shower would help, she pushed all the bedding away. She lay there wondering if this was how the Wicked Witch in OZ had felt. Wishing someone would throw water at her, she give up the struggle and began dozing off again.