I cannot sleep.
I have heat-induced insomnia.
The heat and humidity have my clothes sticking to me. A thin film of sweat has left a fine sheen on my bare skin.
You turn and look at me. It is obvious you share in my misery.
Even though you are exhausted, a twinkle shines in your eyes.
You reach out to me and just say, "Come on."
I take your hand because I think you're reading my mind.
The world is asleep. Their homes all having the familiar hum of hard-working air-conditioners.
We head outside with towels in hand.
We strip in the moonlight and giggle like teenagers.
You jump in first with me following quickly.
The water is cooling and I feel the heat of the day fade from my skin.
We swim and talk. Talk and swim.
It's one of those nights that I'm so lucky you're my best friend.
