Heat And Boredom

I want to write something
ANYTHING
To get rid of my boredom
The air’s so thick and stale
It makes me sleepy
I must write
To keep my eyes open
The sweat prickles down my spine
Perspiration beads my forehead
My knees are sticky on the chair
And the strange smell of grass
Fills my nostrils
Why do we sweat?
To cool us down?
I’m not cooled by it
It irritates me even more
Makes me feel hotter
On fire
Burning
I need to write something
And now I have