Winter mornings. What could be worse? Monochrome light spilled to the ground through the clouds that shivered in the sky. It was bitter. The cold bit me through my thin gloves and stung my tired eyes. Passerby's wrapped head-to-toe in warm clothing paced down the road, making their way to their 9 to 5 jobs. The city was awake.
I was sat upon the stone steps that lead to my front door, observing the street rise from its slumber. The blaring horns of cars in the distance had already started as rush hour made its entrance. The buildings opposite my house huddled together as they fought back against the icy wind that slithered from street to street. A cyclist hit the brakes on their bike, screeching to a stop, before tossing the morning paper on to the steps of nearby homes. Not to mine though. I didn't mind. My senses were dulling as I began to drown within my own self pity. Pathetic.
I could have closed my eyes in this instant and nothing would have changed. Nothing ever changed. No one takes notice. No one would even care. Not even I did. I am a mere droplet in an ocean. A book within a library. A human on Earth. I wanted to keep this mindfulness but remove the burdens. The loneliness. The worry. The fear. The pain. Everything. No one would notice. They never have. They never will. The day had just begun.
This is my world.
