Electricity
Nov 6 · 2 min read

The air rolling through the window was exceptionally cold. While I walked back from class the air felt cool but comforting. Like a bright smile after a long day.
But the breeze from the window was unsettling. Most people would say it was extending its wispy hand out in invitation. I would say it was seeping through my skin and into my bones. Burrowing, like a cicada.

