Staticeyes

I had to go outside to cool off. Blood was running down my arms. This happened every so often so I didn’t mind. It was the heat I didn’t like. The heat of eyes. Staring and crackling like TV static. It made my hair stand up and my feet stick to the floor. So, with every little hair prickling and prodding against the insides of my clothes, I went outside. The sky was not worth paying attention to and, to be quite honest, neither was the ground. The grass was usual and so was the sky. The clouds ambled along at their usual pace. So I did what anyone would do. I lied down on the ant-strewn until dinnertime and then went to bed.