Antarctica

I could still hear the pitter-patter of rain drizzling outside. It’s cold and the lights were out. I could barely open my eyes and I was slowly sinking deeper into my bed with every wink that I made.  

“Does she think about me?”
 
The blankets started wrapping around me even tighter. It’s as if I were alone in Antarctica and every ounce of warmth was vital. I could already imagine my voice echo across the glaciers, watching my breath form.  
 
“What if…”
 
My pillows turned into a cave and I could feel the light escaping even more. I could barely trace the back of my hand. I tried to peer through the pillows to see whether I was still in my room to no avail. “Where am I now?” I asked myself. Definitely no longer at home nor in the same reality I’m familiar with.
 
“But then there’s…”
 
The mattress grew deeper. Like a ravine that would sink all the way to the other end of the world. I was aware that I was falling at a leisurely pace the same way you would slowly descend to the bottom of a pool.  
 
And I know the rain will continue to fall.
And as the wintry wind comes, and the frost invades,
perhaps we’ll find warmth at the end of these never-ending questions.  
I sink with a smile on my face knowing that love is a generous thief that will take away this secret place. Light will come in, and everything else, and everyone else, will fall into place…

And I…will get some sleep.