At once, the fur-coat couldn't keep me warm. She was colder than the winter could ever be. (Continued in the caption...) \\Cons of being a park-bench *--*--*--*--* Insomnia. Winter nights. The sight of a park with a bench alongside a streetlamp, right outside my window. I wear the fur-coat I bought for the winters here and head outside, holding her book. The park-bench needed company, and so did I.
