Mood

The clock is just blinking on the desk.
It was blackout five hours ago, or somebody turned it off, and then on, again.
I was just taking shower in a minute ago, and thought of so many things.
The colour of the day is White.
I don't know where it is from, but I feel like that.
White snow, white clouds, white clearness, white cold.
There are so many things in my head.
Did I ruin something? Where, and when? A yellow mug.
I'll have to go to work tomorrow. I feel cold. Is there anybody listen to me?

Everything is so confused...
Maybe I should sleep? Deeply, in silence, and dreaming?
But of what? Of who? What?

Let's sleep, and then we will see...
I think I know who of...