My dreams come back to me

The dream was so vivid, that I could feel the cool frost on the windshield. As I powered the four-wheel drive utility vehicle up the winding snowy road, my friends in the back leaned close, as to help the tires grip to the slippery surface, and they clutched the back of my seat. The adrenaline from the climb began to pulse, and the fresh air outside left puffs of steam coming from our exited speech within the vehicle. Beyond the road, deep mounds of fluffy powder surrounded trees delicately covered with glistening frost. All we needed to do was climb a little while longer, and soon we could be part of the white wonderland. We continued to climb, tires spinning, bodies sliding around the back, snowboards just waiting to be pulled from the hatch and released in the fresh falling snow. I could feel the excitement grow within, soon the freshest air would be all mine, lifting my brain up towards the sky.

Reality returned in Balnearió Camboriú, Southern Brazil.  I woke on my belly, head calked to the left, a film of sweat gathering by the minute across my forehead, my room reaching near ninety percent humidity. The sheets were sticky wet, as the mist from the warm sea blends with the lingering moisture in the air. There is no escape from the heat. Only a fan to give blasts of wind relief, as it’s head turns about the room like a stork in the lagoon, looking for fresh fish, yet the fan never finds the catch. I went to buy a de-humidifier at the big supermarket called ‘Big’, and they were sold out. ‘Não tem mais,’ was what the clerk said, ‘no more.’ What I would give for a chilly brisk night, curled up within a sheet and blanket, knowing if it became to warm within, all I would need to do is stick my feet out the end and soak in the cool air. Don’t tuck the sheets please, allow for easy relief for hot feet in the middle of the night.  Back to bed, waiting to feel the breeze.

please. Allow for easy relief for hot feet in the middle of the night.