It's hot during the summer, especially when you live in a forested area, and
especially after a rainy day. As the water is evaporating, you feel this disgusting warm-yet-moist swampiness. Said swampiness lingers inside and makes the wood feel soft, like you're stepping in a light puddle of some substance I can't find a name for. So I mostly spend my time inside my room, curtains pulled down, with the air conditioner on. My room is small, but not to the point where I feel that if the walls could talk, they'd say they were cramped. It feels like the smallest room in the house-save for the closets and bathrooms, of course. And small spaces tend to get hot without cooling. It used to belong to my sister, Gabi, before she moved into my old room next door. Back in her old room, she once had this AC with LED display, button-controlled temperature, and selectable modes. I was about six when I last saw it, and it was replaced by this somewhat smaller, slightly older AC with one knob and two switches (OFF-ON, LOW-HI) that tends to make a rattling noise when set to cool. Despite its age, clanking plastic, and melted appearance when viewed from outside, it can cool up a room fast. Even after leaving it off for three minutes or a little more does not get the goose flesh-inducing cold to go away, which I find impressive for an AC with somewhat bent slats that can barely fit in most bedroom windows. Still, I like to go outside, especially in near-skin-cancer-inducing sunlight. Oddly enough, I don't feel that much sweat.
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