at this point, my pants were clinging to my legs consistenly from the sweat. It was too much material for my heat-stricken body to handle. The heat was making me tired, i felt exerted from just walking halfway across the room. I knew i couldnt roll up the pants, so i took them off. this affected me little, so i continued toward the table. i didnt care how bad of an idea it was. The air was getting heavier by te minuet, and i needed that fucking drink. with all my effort i dashed to the table, no longer resisting the frosty temptation, and toook a huge gulp of the fresh liquid. i knew what i shouldve felt, but my thirst wasnt quenched, my throat still dry. i needed more, but before i could even grab the glass i felt the true effects sink in. my knees began to weaken aned i could barely stand. soon i would be dead.