It was eerie but it wasn't completely terrifying. I kept sipping my tea and watching my new tv series, that I recently started, and shook the weird experience off. I drifted off to sleep but woke to the window being repeatedly hit. I got up, spilling some popcorn, and walked over. I looked out and of the sides as much as possible before I pulled the latch. I was greeted by a cool breeze on my face. I looked around, seeing the man facing the park where those perfect families built snowmen in the freezing snow. I squinted, shook my head and went to bed.
This morning was average. I got up, had my Honey Nut Crunch and started my car early so the engine would de-frost. I locked my house and was extra cautious it was actually locked due to the man being a likely robber. None of this was odd, because I didn't think of it this way. Usually, people would be frightened of instances like this but not me. To me this wasn't weird, for some reason I saw this in a way where it was kind of.. normal? It's hard to explain, but trust me, it's like I've felt this before.. but not in this life? I don't know.
It's not like I have anything in my plain old, dusty grey apartment anyone would want. My possessions are cutlery my mum gave and clothing. I don't have a laptop, computer or even a microwave at that. I usually think to myself how people possibly find it hard to live with so many objects. I've learnt you can survive on an oven and a fridge. It's probably just college students, though. We learn to live on ramen and burnt pizza. I didn't bring this up to anyone, since I couldn't be bothered.
