Butter

High noon in the middle of summer.
In a tiny room, the only sound is the steady whir of an electric fan.

A woman lies sprawled across the floor,
wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of shorts.
Sweat clings to her skin.

The oppressive heat only deepens the haze of frustration weighing on her.
As if trying to shake it loose, she suddenly springs to her feet.

She heads to the supermarket
to buy a stick of butter.