It is always so cold here.

Not a single source of light.

I'm not even sure if I am alive.

 

How long have I been here?

When was the last time I've felt warmth?

 

All of a sudden,

There is a small light.

I see you smile at me

And I faintly feel the cold slip away.

 

I am tempted to join you,

But I am so used to the darkness,

The place that I call home.

 

I take a step toward you and feel warmer.

I want to feel warm again,

So I run

And there you are,

Waiting for me with open arms.