I awoke from my sleep, the sun had already set, body glistening with freeflowing sweat, drenching the sheets. Stillness seem to envelop the room, smothering everything. Has the world suddenly died? The fan, the only hope of alleviating the excessive heat, has ceased to function; it has detached itself from the loose socket for some reason.

I sat up, cursed a little, and wiping the beads of perspiration from my forehead, jumped down from my bed to fix the problem.

A noise from a speakerphone not far away, the roar of engine of a passing vehicle, a faint sound of guitar strums from downstairs, the whirring of the resuscitated electric fan, my own respirations breathing in the sultry humidity, the deafening silence screams -

As profound sadness slowly drowns me.