Was it real, or was it all in my head?

I woke up to light sounds of raindrops tapping my window, tempting me with the results of a clearer, balanced mind after a good long walk in it. Thank you, for being able to dissect the many components of this brain of mind throughout these years, and eventually figure out that I need some good washes in there. I would have sprung out of bed, gave my parents some awkwardly weird excuse to leave the house in this pouring rain - oh wait, do I even need to account for that over here? The light squeeze cut short my fleeting morning thoughts and no, wait, I need to talk about the squeeze.

It was warm - the comfortable kind of warm, 

the chocolate-marshmallow-drink kind of warm, 

Strangely, about this warmth, is its ability to recharge from mysterious, albeit ignominious resources that I'm not exactly comfortable with. But do I really have to go through that tedious thought process of the derivation of this particular warmth that I'm perpetually obsessed with? I don't, but I did. This warmth comes when I'm absolutely drained from all the demands of this life I'm leading.

the kind of warm that makes me fall in love over and over again  - but (i hate buts), the thing is, I can't specifically tell you how I feel, yet - I would like to think 'yet' is actually more comforting instead of the abrupt ending, but let's not head there.

I felt free.

But when I took a second blink, everything turned cold.

I guess this is it.