The morning sun forced its way through the thick curtains, tiptoed across the room and pounced on my sleeping form, making me come to life slowly and grope for the water bottle I kept near my bed. I sat up groggy and half asleep, the ceiling fan gently blowing on my much too warm bed, and I could feel the brightness even with my eyes still closed. I did not have to look outside my window to know that at 10 o'clock on a summer morning the sun is already blazing, ready for another scorching day ahead. I fell back in bed, not yet ready to face the day, my unfinished dream still playing in my head. I knew exactly how the rest of the day would go- the warm tap water, the burning road, the cab ride, the sticky car seats, the hot air assaulting you from all directions and the sweat and stickiness that followed, the air conditioning in the office that's always a bit too cold and the thick air that embraces and suffocates you the moment you step outside. But I also knew that after reaching home at the end of the day, and after taking a long cooling bath and getting into bed, I'd think to myself "How much better this is than the freezing winter" .