Solitary coldness

It had been raining day and night. Temperature dropped for at least ten degrees since then.

When I lay on my bed, the lifeless feeling of coldness gave me goose bumps. For the first time on this bed, I felt like I were lying on an isolated island, but there was way too much to savor the solitude that I in fact do not want to.

Sleeplessness has never been called in my mind, but I was half awake throughout the night. The rain was hitting the stainless bench of the balcony, like an angel was playing the piano. My head was rushing with wild thoughts of all kinds, my heart was rushing, too. It had been too cold and the first time I felt like I could not warm up myself. My left arm was stretching out but there was nobody beside to reach for. The first time I felt the emptiness of this bed.

4.08am

There was no light outside, and time was still. Nevertheless, my spirit was running towards somewhere aimlessly. The saying is right, human nature needs to be touched to feel life. But my skin is losing its sensitivity and I am feeling numb to anything touches. Out there, there is nothing awaiting. Time goes on, and this body rusts. Why bother if there will be nothing left after hundred years? For a moment longer we all will not be here anymore as if we had never came to the stage.

Then, I woke up bleary-eyed. Another week begins.