Tomorrow

I sit amidst the chaos, humidity, and stench of this odd summer, contemplating life at large... I acknowledge the mannequin in the corner, although she doesn't respond... The yard is littered with dismembered barbie dolls, like the aftermath of some horrific war... I struggle to get up and clean, but the motivation escapes me... I find solace in the gentle breeze tonight, cooling things off ever so slightly...
What troubles will arise with tomorrow's sun is a mystery...
I guess I'll have to tune in then....