Jess was on a business trip. I didn’t want her to leave me with all her paperwork but now that I had something to sort out it was acceptable. The morning grew to a mild afternoon, although it was spring, it still echoed the chirp of sincerity. The heat was welcoming but I still had to find a way of discovering an antidote to my problems. After I had dressed properly I set up my laptop by the bedside table, sat on the bed, and began to type hopeless of finding ID for an Alan. There were hundreds of Alan’s in the town I had chosen to move to, so I searched for any descriptions within a 10 mile radius. A few hours had passed, the sun still shone brightly and I had no luck of finding an Alan with any relation to the woman I was curious towards. I didn’t know why I was finding information on the subject; I just felt I needed to.

Whilst my vision was locked onto the laptop screen, I began to feel cold. I blew into my hands and realized I hadn’t turned the heating on. It was red outside the bedroom window, beyond the thin drapes, and I began to wonder what the time was. A hand, or as it seemed, rested on my shoulder as I was readying to move. It settled me down again but my stomach churned and warned me of my cowardly danger. I turned slowly, still feeling the cold touch over my thick, cream jumper, and to my surprise I saw something which startled me eerily. I saw nothing. The coldness seeped beneath the floorboards, and all that remained was the deserted room in which the door hung open, creaking as it was blown closed. I lowered my gaze, and cried. After my shock had came to a stop I began wondering why I cried. I wasn’t upset, nor was I scared to the point of lowering my head into my hands and crying it all away like a lonely child. Yet I cried; the confusion stapled itself to me.