exams are the most terrible way to crawl out of my lovely weekend
rudely dragged out from under the duvet and among soft fluffy down pillows
i have been thrown head first into the turbulent seas with sharks swimming menacingly around me
or perhaps it could be likened to standing in a clearing in the middle of the african grassplains
the sun glaring down relentlessly
a brilliant display of might and power
bent on heating up and drying everything in her path.
lions circle around on their padded feet
barring their sharp fangs.
i long for the coolness of the air conditioner
the security of the bed
the familiarity of the clutter and mess
filled with booby traps
and time slows to a crawl.

save me!
one down 4 to go