Stream of Conscious Edited: The Biggest Thirst

It was another sweltering day. The cold was always my friend, my pal but the heat was the bully I avoided at all cost. A Drink! Water, soda, wine, heck I'd even down a gallon of milk. The ocean would be better than this, to swim along the whales and sea beasts. I loved to go and cool off with the ocean cradling me back and forth, back and forth just like a baby is rocked to sleep. The only thing I can focus on is the biggest pot of water I could get my hands on, so big I could I'd could live in there with a roommate. I bet it's shady in there, make me forget the sun. I wish it was night, I like the night. Nice and cool and even tons of suns in the sky, so far the sky doesn't turn blue. I'd like to freeze the first bottle of water so that it became a giant ice cube. God, if I where in the arctic I wouldn't even bundle up right now and just dance in it with a tank top and shorts, and I won't even shiver. I feel something cold touch me, it's a cup of something but I'm too thirsty to care what it is or who gave it to me. I don't even care Imma enjoy this.