42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

Searching for the question to the answer of 42.

No longer verbal

I’m no longer verbal because I have collapsed into a pile of goo. Not human shaped any more. Who knew that the human body could melt like candle wax?
It is hot. I need a swim. I have stuff to do.
Ugh.
And yes, Dad, the air conditioning has been turned on for the last couple of nights. [...]

Read the rest of No longer verbal