Eighty Five

While the ceiling fan churned the relentless summer heat, she thought to herself, “Would I not be better off standing in front of the refrigerator like an indecisive child looking for a small yet suitable snack?” She dragged her tired heels on the gradually unweaving rug that led to the tile of the kitchen, where she would find her savior for the day. As the fridge door opened she said…”What chilled bliss!”