So Cool, so. . . cool. . .

I look out the screen of the door. I feel the heat of the day trying to pull itself in around my feet. The hot air, convecting in front of me. It's so hot. So hot. How do these creatures live this way?
I have walked out in the sun. Feeling its breath upon my back. Making the nape of my neck sweat. So hot. So damn hot. I need to escape, once again.
There is my sanctuary. That little door behind the house. That little door, which will take me away from this torture. This hell.
The door, pulls away easily. And there it is. There is my private haven. Away from this sun. Away from this dreaful heat. I crawl into the cool.
It's so nice here. The ground is only slightly damp. The space is dark. And the air is so cool. So cool. There it is. My little bed of moss and dirt, looking like a little nest. I curl up onto it, make myself comfortable. I lay here, close my eyes, and I die for a while.
I lay there. All so quiet. My breathing slows till it stops. My skin cools after a while. It's so cool here, away from the heat of the sun. Away from those freaks. Nothing bothers me here. Nothing comes to me. Bugs crawl away. The worms in the dirt round my bed have long since moved away. I've heard the few rats sniff at me, then scurry away, like they've smelled poison, or something much worse.
The heat is gone, and I feel... so cool. So cool. Sometimes, when I've come here before, I stayed too long. And the light smell of death follows me for a while. My skin has a slight yellowish tinge. It follows me, this temptation, this lure, from this heat. Away from the suns bath. Away from sweat. Away from hot air in my lungs. I so need to go back. Go back to my cool bed. Back to to cool, sweet , death.
My little naps go on little more often. Last a little longer. Tempting me so. So that I might stay a little longer each time. Feeling better each extra moment.
I'm back today. The sun is rather torturous today. The heat, unrelenting. So strong. So hot. So unforgiving. I lay myself down, ready for my cool sleep. Ready for my dreams of forever cool.
I swear, someday I will not go back. I will not go back into that furnace. I will stay here out of the suns heat. I swear, someday I will just stay here, in my haven. It is sooo peaceful here. All quiet. All alone. Away from the heat. Someday I will never go back, away from here. I will lay here, in my dreams of death, so sweet and so cool. I will never go back. I will never go back. I will stay here, in sweet death. And I will be so cool. So cool. So. . . . . coooool.