Call it inspiration.

It is not getting any earlier, now that I have harmonised my body with time, to rest when the clock hits twelve. I will make it snappy, though. I shall make it a point to inscribe my presence. Could have been too cruel to abandon this space with no meaning attached to it.

Anne is on her way to immerse herself in the heartwarming Christmas spirit London has to offer. In about three hours, she will take in chilled air, yet embrace the warmth of this endearing festive season. I am exhilarated for her. It is as though she is fulfilling my dream, something I may never experience in my present existence. All I can do for myself at the very least is to rely on my imagination.

Time to retreat to my bed, hoping that my dreams tonight will do me a little bit of happiness.
:)