I was thinking about going online without much expectation, but in an attempt to at least avoid going to sleep feeling frustrated, I did. Makeup-free, my face still marked by the exhaustion of hours spent reading. My mind racing once again, spinning between the present and 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 stems not only from the weather, but also from the day itself. A cold that settles on the skin, making it tingle, while a hot restlessness simmered within. A contrast difficult to explain. Until it arrived... It all began 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 ignited a spark beneath my skin, making my breathing quicken and my senses heighten. I overflowed, not once, not twice, not three times, I almost lost count. Luckily or through persistence, today, I wasn't defeated by the day. I ended up warm, despite the freezing day.