The air conditioning sputtered, laboring to continue to put out cool air. The groaning of the device hardly made a difference. The sun streamed in through the window above the air conditioner, as though it wanted to create a barrier between the cooler air and the rest of the room with bright beams.
He sat in the sweat stained chair and felt the beads run down his rolls of fat. Reaching up, he wiped his brow with the back of his arm, leaving the dark, coarse hair plastered to his pale forearm. The relief was temporary. Sweat quickly formed again.