5 Word Game, because things in the 'brary are slow

The ground was burning the soles of her feet. She opened the mailbox and timidly reached in, careful not to touch the black metal sides which had reached scorching temperatures in the dead summer sunshine. Tip-toeing back towards the house, a little bit of Happy creeped up inside of her. It was a familiar comfort to have the blue sky pressing the heat down on her. The front door slammed behind her, she tossed the mail on the floor and went straight for the bar. This kind of weather called for rocks in her whiskey. She sat on the divan where her dog lounged belly up, begging for something cool or maybe a good scratching since Cool somethings were sparse that day. The pit bull’s alligator jaw was impressively taut beneath her hand. She stroked it once and let the dog know, “it is fucking hot outside.” What else was there to do but lay still and dream about ice cream?