I was thinking about going online without much expectation, but in an attempt to at least avoid falling asleep feeling frustrated, I did. 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's not just from the weather, but also from the day itself. A cold that lodges itself in the skin, making it tingle, while a hot restlessness simmered inside. A contrast difficult to explain. Until he arrived... 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 lost count. Luckily or insistently, today, I wasn't overcome by the day. I finished warm, despite the freezing day.