My Book, "Rachel"

"I sit on top of the hot black tar roof, watching the cars go by, and staring out at the world. My feet burn with the heat radiating off the small ledge resting on top of the house. I lay on the shingles, my head sitting on my arms, soaking in the heat. I start to doze off, and look up into the sky. The sun becomes a blurry ball of flaming fire, and I drift into sleep." Is it good? Do you like it? Well, is it? I personally like it, and hopefully you will like it enough to read the rest, and maybe even encourage me to write the whole book. I hope that you do. Well, thanks. (Oh, and if you do like it, please don't copy. It would be a compliment to me, but I'd rather you not copy on my part).