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Shelby went to bed at midnight, the house was just starting to cool off and she hoped that she might get in a few hours of sleep before the sun began
to rise into the morning sky. She was becoming used to sleeping without any covers but she still yearned for the day that she would be able to cuddle
up in the comforter that her mother had given her all those years ago.
Well, of course, Shelby could have wrapped the beautiful comforter around herself but it would only serve to make her feel too hot and immediately sick to her stomach. The sentimental value of the comforter would have to do for now. One day soon she would again spend her nights wrapped securely within its folds.
Her sleep that night was restless as she tried to find solutions to the upcoming problems that civilization would have to learn to adapt to. The images in her dreams were random, but a pattern was beginning to emerge. First the dinosaurs were crashing their way through the paved streets of the city. The dodo birds swooped down low over the horizon and images of Pompeii and Atlantis began to mix intermittently with her own time period.
Shelby's dreams were so vivid that her cat Cleo determined it was safer to seek refuge in another room. Shelby's movements and muttering obviously
made her cat fear being accidentally thrown off the bed or hit with a flying pillow,nothing good ever came from sleeping in the same bed as a restless human.
Morning would come entirely too early for Shelby, even though she had been asleep for five hours, when she awoke she felt as if she had just competed in a marathon. The absence of Cleo from the room confirmed that she must have been tossing and turning throughout the night.
Shelby looked at the clock, stretched and yawned. Just then her clock radio broke through the silence reminding her that it was time to get ready for work. Five o'clock in the morning and it is already 95 degrees in the shade, reported the announcer.
Shelby could have filled in for the DJ on any given day, she knew exactly what lame jokes would follow his weather forecast and the reminder to wear protective clothing if venturing outside. Sometimes she wondered if the radio stations even bothered to have someone tape the shows or if they just chose to use the same broadcast every day. There never seemed to be any change in the forecast or the sorry humour that emanated from the radio.
Now for the big decision of the day, would she spend her work hours at home or at the office? In some ways it was great to have the option of staying home even though she rarely used this option. Knowing the risks of heat exposure and sun damage to the skin was always a concern for Shelby, but she had purchased the most advanced protective clothing so that she would not
be held prisoner in her own home. Going outside without the right gear could mean third degree burns and sun poisoning.
The protective clothing were unattractive to say the least, it was only important that the layers prevent the penetration of the harmful ultraviolet rays and to attempt to cool the heat that hung in the air. Regardless of the protection the suit offered, she always felt hot and sick when she donned her UV clothing. One of these days I am going to invent an internal fan for this outfit, she thought to herself.
Today was just going to be one of those days that she would work from the office. She needed to get some of the microchips from the vault in order to start calculating the rate of degeneration of the sun. It was her task to try to determine the lifespan of the dying sun and to factor in all the variables to see just how much time Sun Smith Enterprises had to come up
with potential solutions to lessen the impact of the sun's imminent death
If Shelby could leave the house by six o'clock, she would be able to seal the house with the cooler air and Cleo would be okay until she came home. She always wondered how her favourite pet managed in the heat, all that fur must make for a very uncomfortable living condition.
Once in her car Shelby would be able to think about the dreams that she had,all the images looked as if chosen randomly, but there must be something to it she thought to herself. The commute into work this morning would be anything but dull as she delved into her subconscious thoughts that had been expressed in her dreams.
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