The blanket is unnoticeable to my skin. I cover myself up to the waist and watch her chest moving. My hand touches the pale skin and it’s as white as the temperature, cold even from the eye’s impression. I can’t take my hand off her body due to its aesthetically adhering curves. It sticks as a tongue on ice, but only.

A feeling grows colder and bigger inside of my head, it expands as unique molecules. I remember about your futile dreams and the meaningless expectation and slowly start to despise you and to notice how little you have for me. I look at you, your position in my life and how small is this existence you bring me every day. I ask why you are sleeping beside me, there is no answer. There is no heat.

“I was supposed to love you unconditionally”

Large eyes in the dark, glowing with voluminous tears. My breath rampages, my skin whitens. The dream disappears into my conscience, but the epiphany it brought stands as a guarding soldier. And from that comes the terror: there she is, beside me.