Chores

Boredom sucks. The heatwave is radiantly settling on my tanned and oily skin. My facial hair is struggling with oozing sweat. My back is already shouting for a nice lay off but I must endure this little sacrifice.

My biceps are voluntarily squeezing and lifting. My flank muscles are beginning to retire. The heavy bearing towels are laid on the steel sheet. My undergarments are under the sun. My other clothes are dancing with the fierce wind.

The disturbing pain caused by the galvanized sheet roof due to rough stepping on it but it compliments the chirping of the birds and swirling of the heterogeneous trees.

 Where Am I?

I am on the rooftop,  just finished my laundry and hanging my clothes....