The heat scorches the sun burns but I do not know because I am hidden. Lured by the soft bed the cool air and silence I stay hidden away from real life. I sometimes dream about these 10 weeks What I could do with all of this time. I made a list but it’s only purpose is to collect dust on my desk. I know that it’s all my fault that I could do something that I should do something. But I dream instead. I may be wasting my summer but sometimes it’s better to get wasted on dreams than Reality.