Well, here we are. Dark, drafty, and the smell of death. Not literally. More like the smell of the hardwood floor.
I undress and throw my clothes at the hamper, then immediately took a shower.
It was cold but calming, the water. My skin pops out like a featherless chicken for the first few seconds due to the shock of coldness.
Continuing my thoughts while in the shower, I ponder if I did a great first impression with the class. But seeing how they clustered around my desk, it seems like I did.
Gretchen, Tarik, and Lyie... I definitely have to have them in the circle I'm going to create. This time I want friends, which sounds quite pathetic to say implying that I have no social life.
Is this an epiphany? My realization that I have no friends? But that doesn't make sense. Kaneki is still my friend though technically. We're on good terms and such, though we didn't talk that much during the break. Maybe that's it, I feel as though I have no friends because nobody was with me during the 3 year halt.
Of course it's only an exaggeration. I still had human contact right? Talking to the delivery guy, messaging my former schoolmates from time to time, etc., so by definition I wasn't really alone.
All these mini-thoughts seem so lonely, I forget I'm taking a bath.
With my fingers all pruned, and feeling chilly all over I take a towel and dry myself. Put on some clothes and brewed myself a glass of coffee. It's quite cold, very cold. I wonder why the need to repeat these thoughts? I think I've already made that clear. It's cold.
I turn on the fan and sit at my work table. In front of me is the mirror. I don't really like the mirror at this time of day. All my energy drained and eyes droopy, I look pitiful. With the glass of coffee at my side, I browsed the internet for a while until I felt a sudden zap of motivation to write, while sipping the coffee from time to time.
The glass is empty, and I take a glance at the mirror again. Then my body feels the need to write a sad and pitiful note.
"A longing as true, like the Sun as Icarus seeks
Of the day, he flies above nine clouds in cloud nine
Alas the dawn nears and his beloved retreats
Icarus in the dark is a sign;
Of a weakened passion's flame "
I, like Icarus retreats as well. I lay on the bed and the weight of my eyelids gradually increase until...