Journal entry number two:
Two hours have elapsed, and the situation has worsened. I can have no rest: my bed is nought but a pit of sweat and despair. My eyes, empty, affix upon it from across the darkness of the room.
My flesh grows weary and will soon give in; yet the heat is unrelenting, tireless, like some unnatural predator. It draws close to me, breathing down my face, pressing upon my chest, suffocating me. Surely this is the end.
I have no will to flee, nor could I anyway. My body, naked except for my underwear, has become affixed by perspiration to the faux leather chair I sit upon. I am trapped! I ponder my death.
How I long to be one with the cold earth.
