I was present in this place but my body was not.
The familiarity saddened me to the core.
There was a gaping hole in my gut as I realised it was winter now.
The air was stale. It was more contained, as was the person in it.
Almost as if there was a double bolt lock on every means of escape, there was no exiting this place.
Along with this darker season also came the darker feelings.
The room within this place was so dull it was difficult to differentiate objects. It became impossibly older.
There was an overall grey shadow around my entire sphere.
Although within this shadow was warmth and protection.
The protection was from the bewildered, crisp breeze that was beyond this place, the place that was once my home.
Feelings of fragility and vulnerability were within this home now.
Me, a minuscule being, hiding from the roaring winds outside the windows.
The powerful breeze sounded as if it was aiming to destruct my safe surrounding.
The only heat within was an artificial heat.
The window was being mercilessly beaten with forceful, constant raindrops.
The room felt empty and I felt empty also.

When would there be life again?
When would it be Spring?