Outside, it is pouring. I can hear the rain tap against my window, seeking a fraction of my warmth. The wind howls as it drowns. It is quiet and still in the house, and my room wraps around me, settling softly over bared skin. Blood Bank murmurs out of my laptop, mixing with the tepid, dim lighting. My hair is wild around my face, framing my world in feathers of black. My eyes burn around the edges, suggesting sleep. I am tired, content...submerged. Deep within my world of caramel light and night music and heavy eyelashes.
I feel at home.
