Posted on 08 Dec 2015 under Random
I can feel the cold seeping in through the gap under the front door, twisting in through the gaps between the french windows in the living room. The tips of my fingers start to wrinkle, I wish my feet were in socks.
Outside, the night is black as carbon and quiet as an easy conscience. I let my mind’s eye wander and imagine weird colours while my thoughts run wild.
There’s no noise inside the house either, the dark screen of the television dimly reflecting the few lights I’ve bothered to switch on.
Today’s been a trying day, tomorrow will be longer still. I want to forget about work and think about a million other things I’d rather be doing — reading a book and sipping something warm, lying down on my bed and listening to music, curl up inside a blanket and day-dream, some or all of the above.
All of the above … none of which requires anyone else.
The cold makes me wish there was someone here I could hug to keep myself warm.