Somewhere Warm
Winter mornings are a specific kind of misery. You wake up in the dark, shower in the cold, and all you can think is: please, anything but this. But you go out anyway. You freeze all day. You come home and you’re still cold.
So somewhere in there you watch a video of Kate Upton on a beach. Sun on her, water blue, she’s in a bikini like being warm is just the default setting for her existence. It’s the kind of content that’s supposed to make you feel better but doesn’t. It just makes you aware of the gap—that warmth is real, somewhere, but not where you are.
The weird thing about escapism is it cuts in the wrong direction. You’re not thinking I want to go there.
You’re thinking why am I not there?
Which is somehow more depressing than just accepting you’re cold. At least that’s simple. This is a reminder that simple warmth exists and you don’t get to have it.
By Friday you’ve given up. Blankets on the couch, old episodes playing, tea going cold. Not because you’re okay with winter—you’re not—but because wanting something impossible just wears you out. Easier to wait it out and let spring show up eventually.