Far Away
I lean my forehead against the glass. I feel the cold press into it. I don’t open the window. My eyes scan the view below me, searching for something I can’t quite comprehend. A single street lamp lights up the quiet, empty street. There are no people at this hour of night. No movement. Comfort doesn’t find me. I think now that I could open the window, sit against the ledge, as my feet dangle in the air. Or maybe I could go down the stairs, open the front door and step outside, even for a moment. But fear crawls through my mind. The thought leaves my brain, though its essence lingers in the air. And fear turns to sadness. The room I’m in is warm, compared to the harsh cold on the streets, but it doesn’t bring me calm. Inside, there is a light coming from a hallway somewhere that seems far, though it’s barely meters away. The television is on, playing a black and white show I stopped paying attention to twenty minutes ago. It’s late, ...