It was dark outside, the streetlights were off, only few beams of light were swaying, hidden through the curtains of two or three homes, like little stars in a vast universe. The night chill permeated my room through the glass window, and the smell of hot air from the heater seeped into the soles of my feet, making me feel a mixture of ice and fire.
 
As soon as I got close to the window in front of me, the temperature instantly got a few degrees colder, and the white rain stains on the window were like a filter for the shimmering light outside. From a distance, the rain stains refract different light. I can see reflections on it, now it turns out to be a perfect mirror.
 
When I was facing the cold, my room was imprinted on the window, with yellow wallpaper, books of various colors, ornaments, and toys, I could feel the heat filling the room on the cold window, everything was still. As I turned sideways, squinting my eyes and pressing my cheek against it, the fog formed small, fleeting white circles on it as I breathed, and all I could see was the empty elevated behind me. There was a car, running on the tarmac at 3 a.m.