Ha Ha Tonka - Westward Bound

My room is overheated and faces the sun. On bright mornings during this noncommittal winter I wake up craving grapefruit with a soft sheen of sweat brought forth on the places on my thighs where the sunlight shines through the windows. So I get out of bed in the morning with otherwise dormant feelings from summer waking with me. Most of them are put right back to sleep as soon as I step outside, but if it’s sunny enough I can feel them still through squinting eyes and the buildings that begin to glow with the setting sun around 4pm. That’s when I bake, bake, bake, and listen to this song.