Rivers of Gold Bond®

The first torturous night of summer last night. Without electricity (due to some component up on the wires literally exploding) and therefore without use of my fan and insect repellent plug-in, the stage was set-- the air in my bedroom still and heavy, the near-invisible mosquitoes like vampires, thirsty and quivering at the door. I fell asleep easily, but awoke after only an hour or so, my hands and feet swollen and itching madly from the previous night's bites as well as some new additions. In the dull yellow beam of my flashlight on the wall, I could see them, like a nightmare, flitting about over the white surface, trying to stay out of the light. After a short-lived attempt at mass extermination, I knew the roof was the answer-- my slippery grip on sanity for the night. A sleeping bag and mosquito net in tow, my sandals clapped up the stairwell as I went to set up camp above. Ah... sweet relief. I slept until the rooster crows woke me just before sunrise.