Watermelon Daydreams bat original painting

The clouds above pass slowly through the sky.
The white of the sun burns through my skin as my eyelids hover. The mid-afternoon heat swarms my face.
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My only respite, a cold clunky triangle of pink fruit filled with life’s blood.
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The slice satiates my desires and needs as I doze off into a quick slumber realm before the evening falls.
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And my soul is recharged for the nightlife.