PAGASA at 6:48

PAGASA said danger level before I had left my apartment. 6:48 a.m., 31°C. Of course. I read it in the jeepney queue, one foot in a puddle of someone's sweat, tucking my hair into a low bun for the third time that morning because anything touching my neck felt like a personal attack. Salt tablet in my bag. Two bottles, one frozen overnight so the other stays drinkable past lunch. I take the longer mall walkway instead of the outdoor cut now, eight extra minutes I've stopped pretending cost me anything. My sister still hasn't replied to that voice note from Saturday. Anyway. And the MRT platform was quiet. Everyone standing there sweating. A girl beside me kept dabbing her concealer with a tissue. Might do the long mall route again, there's a coconut juice kiosk by the south exit. #pagasa #heatindex #summer #commute