I see
The faint reddish glow of the lamp through my eyelids as I lie content in my bed.
I hear
The gentle drip-drip of light rain on the tin roof.
I smell
The lavender on my pillow to keep the mosquitoes away.
I taste
The fading flavour on my tongue
of christmas pudding at the dinner table.
I feel
The soothing softness of the cool sheets wrapped around me as I dream.
This
is Summer.
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