All.

The cloud cover from yesterday still hasn't subsided. Doesn't help much with the fog all around. It's 5am and the lights are still switched on. In my room, only perhaps. The city sleeps, with blinking lights and sounds of bottles being smashed to the ground. It's cold. And the solitude in silence hits me like a frozen popsicle. I take the three steps to switch the lights off, and the three steps back. In my mind, datelines, words and numbers swirl around my head. Zombies too. Lists form and erase themselves over and over again. Driving, check. Essays, check. Research. Uncheck. Books to read, check. Holiday plans, check. Time with parents, check. Time. Uncheck. Yesterday, today the same God, check.

That's all I need.