the thoughts will slowly fester into regrets and ruminations. the kindle will get dimmer, and after every new hour passes, you find yourself colder than the last. you give up and go to bed, bracing yourself with an extra blanket.
you made me sad, dude. i'll never tell you. but you really did. worst part is that you won't even know this is about you. it's just another set of words on your screen. and so am i.