Warranty

You were my summer shade. I could always rely on you to shield me from the heat so my skin would remain fair, the way you preferred. I thought it was a beautiful thing how you were my protector. But then one miserable winter you left, and come summer I was stranded under the sun’s rays with no shelter. My fair skin burned bright red and I felt like I was drowning in my own sweat. I was a hideous beast. Next summer I will lock myself inside, until I can find a new shade, a better one, one that has a longer warranty.