The warmth of my night clothes fills me with melancholy. As I hang them behind the door, I feel resistance, of going out, starting my day at work, as I am supposed to do. I would rather be a hermit, cooped in my shell, silent, away.
As I closed the door behind me, heading out.Gently, rain drops kissed my cheeks, as if, affirming, that everything will be alright. At least today.