I was thinking about going online without any major expectations, but in an attempt to at least not go to sleep feeling frustrated, I went. Without makeup, my face still marked by the tiredness of hours spent in front of books. My mind was racing once again, spinning between the present and, mainly, the future. I simply took off the old sweatshirt I was wearing and put on a half-open robe. My body was crying out for some kind of change in temperature, in sensation. The cold still enveloped me, a cold that is not only from the weather, but also from the day. A cold that lodges itself in the skin, making it tingle, while a hot restlessness boiled inside. A contrast that is difficult to explain. Until it arrived... It all started with After Dark, by Tito & Tarantula, ending with Eric Clapton. More than two hours passed without me noticing, as if time had been suspended just for us. My body responded to the invisible stimuli. Each imagined touch lit a spark under my skin, making my breathing quicken and my senses heighten. I overflowed, not once, not twice, not three times, I almost lost count. By luck or persistence, today, I was not defeated by the day. I ended up warm, despite the freezing day.