The moment the rhinoceros ran me through I realized I was dreaming and woke up.

Ugh, it’s cold. My feet are cold, I pull them in under the cover and they immediately feel nice. Surging with heat, how pleasurable. I look up from below my cover, it’s not bright in my room, and there is nothing covering the window. Winter still hasn’t quite passed yet. The dim darkblue light from the window, it has the feel of 6 o’clock too it. I reach for my phone on the bedside table, take a look at the clock. What will it tell? indeed it’s 6 o’clock. My day has begun with a small victory but it’s not enough to please me.

Now then, it’s time to struggle. I get out of my bed, it is painfull but my will is strong in the morning. I make tea, centrifuge the tea with a spoon, I drink the tea. It’s good tea.
Lets get dressed, time to go.
Or actually, I don’t need to get dressed, it does not matter. Currently im wearing only black boxers and my charming personality.

I put on a morning gown, it’s blue and not fluffy, I equip a pair of gloves. Put on another morning gown, it’s not fluffy either and is a lighter color blue then the other one. I think it’s stylish, the way my chest is bare and how a stripe of the inner darker blue gown sticks out from the lining of the lighter blue surface gown.
This does not count as getting dressed though since it is morning gowns.

I open the door and head out.

Out on the street, it’s fucking cold. My chest is bare and it’s painful, but bearable. The bare chest is a statement that I don’t care. Though what does it imply, making a statement?
I want reactions, it gets boring existing otherwise.

It’s dark outside, how hideous, this atmosphere. It’s quiet, it’s dark and vapour forms as I breath. It’s actually not vapour, but crystallized vapor, which isn't vapour anymore since it’s solid, i think, but that does not matter. The sound of my shoes scraping against the asphalt as i walk is the only sound there is, except those other sounds that always are there but you never notice unless it’s dead silent as it is now.
Oh well.
A bench. I will sit down on this bench, it looks nicely shaped for sitting, moreso then most benches I have seen. Was it here yesterday? I cannot remember a nice bench like this one so close to my house. And it's green in color.
I sit down on it. Indeed, it’s made out of wood and it’s hard, but it is perfectly curved to be comfortable. I’ll wait here until something unexpected happens. A snowflake falls on my hair. That was unexpected but it’s not enough to please me.