Red velvet warmth
For a moment, then for another moment life flickers into pleasantness, into a gentle warm feeling that things are not going to go wrong. Because they don't, really, not as much as my mind predicts - no that approaching man in the hoodie is no more likely to stab me than I am to stab him. I am wearing a hoodie too. Gosh, if only I could stay in that red velvety warmth and not be dragged I to this insufferably cold paranoia.
Unexpected dread
Isn't it amusing how a day in which...
February 24
