~Maya~
The heat today was more savage than the desert. Transforming my quaint cabin into a sauna from hell, I suddenly miss the AC at Drake's. My AC unit, now a glorified paperweight, stands there mocking me with its uselessness. I hunt for a bathing suit; the lake looks like a good option for a little dip.
"No bathing suit, Cyclops, I can’t find one," I address my poor cat as I come back out into the kitchen. Cyclops is a fluffy pancake, melting on the cool tiles, doing his best impression of a puddle. "We're resorting to desperate measures." He meows weakly, and I purse my lips, taking a sneaky look out the window and not seeing anyone on the porch across the lake. I shrug.
With a towel, that's seen better days, as my makeshift swimsuit, and a last glance around, I make a beeline for
