Window

My gaze stayed on the table not far from my bed, there was the tray of food without deduction. The smoke in the soup that was there earlier is gone.

I curled under the sheets. The air conditioner has been turned off but the cold is still gnawing at my bones.

I glanced at the window. The wind is strong, and the rain hasn't stopped since this afternoon. I looked around the room. It was dark in the part of the room that the moonlight from the window did not reach. I prefer this, just let the darkness eat me because the light is useless if I can't see...