The cottage is warm and cozy with a fireplace and a beautiful mantle piece. Everything there was warm the sofa, the floor, the colours, everything. But one thing...one thing that stands out everytime I look at it...The window or rather the view of the window. Always cold and icy and blue contrasting the cottage's interior. And in the snow there is a glass bead, pitch black; very mysterious and lonely. Eyerytime I move I can feel it following me.
Even when I try hiding from it I could still feel it following me. It feels like it pierces right into me. Sometimes i too get lost into it. I stare right into it. It feel warm...Funny I thought it will be cold.
"He" feels warm...
He is always warm to everyone. His body, his palms, his voice, his heart...everything are warm but, his eyes...they had always seemed icy with the smokey black orbs in them, mysterious and lonely always following me even when I hid...now, starring right into those orbs feels warm rather than cold. Am I imagining or is it really warm only for me?
I don't know but I do know that this warmth is going to warm my own icy ones...He really is warm...
