Daylight streaming in, like the cold fingers of winter, reaching in, clawing its way in. Why is it always so cold? He tells me to put on more clothes. Maybe I should. I’m just never prepared. Not like the boy scouts. It’s just as well they never let me join the Brownies.
Some people are built to withstand harsh weather. I’m just cold all the time. There’s something about the lack of warmth in my body. It’s almost like there’s nobody home. Empty vessels don’t retain heat very well apparently. My mother used to call me an empty vessel. “Empty vessels make the most noise”, ever heard of that saying? I was an empty vessel, ok. But it’s not true about the noise. I was a silent kid. I still am.