RE: Qurator's Mischievous Mondays | Frost Forward

We were never worried about keeping my family and me warm. Quite the opposite. The heat was overwhelming, consuming us, lifting us up, letting us fall, shaking us from left to right, up and down, swirling us around, and leaving us every day with our tongues hanging out, our eyelids half-open or half-closed, which is the same thing. Yes, we looked like drug addicts after consuming high doses, and no, we weren't porn stars or crazy, orgy-fueled rockers.

Birds migrate in winter in search of warm spots and fleeing the harsh cold that makes everything difficult for them.

We, my family and I, if we could have, would have emigrated, in search of the cold, in search of not feeling like ice cream in the middle of the desert, melting, and not from the touch of a tongue, slowly thawing like a refrigerator without power, like a jellyfish on the sand, like butter in an oven, like wax on a lit candle... anyway... I think you get the point, right?

And we would have, yes, before becoming millionaires, but the power of money was stronger than a couple of eggs boiling in hot water, than a torrent of profuse sweat in the middle of a blackout night. Yes, it was stronger, because we weren't millionaires yet, but we would be soon. We would be millionaires, because our home was our treasure, because our island was the paradise destination desired by the rest of the world, because our little oven with palm trees would be the last place where the temperature would drop drastically, and scientists indicated that, for some miraculous reason, it might be the only place where it wouldn't happen.
What wouldn't happen?

Don't you know? It's all over the news. Global temperatures are falling precipitously, and there's no turning back or way to fix it. A state of alarm was declared.

Every man for himself! Was what they failed to say, but that's how it was. The world's creativity to survive was being put to the test.

Us? We didn't have to do anything; we owned the heat island, the natural microwave, the safest place in the world from the cold. Yep, we just had to prepare our entire warm, immense natural hotel to welcome all the guests who would soon arrive. We'd be rich!!! Millionaires!!!

Our survival was assured, with opulence, with riches, with air conditioning in every room. Yes, I could already see myself and feel myself in the middle of the jacuzzi with a glass of champagne in my hand, totally relaxed...

Paco!!!! Paco!!!!

Hey, you fell asleep on top of the soup bowl. You were doing and saying weird things about the end of the world, the cold, that we'd be millionaires...
What happened, Paco????

Oh, no, old lady... nothing...

Why did you wake me up, you damn old lady? 😭😭😭😭.

THE END.😉😁