This is one of those days when I woke up by the sound of the rain playing on the rooftops. The cold was creeping in my skin and before long, I was reaching for the blanket, half of which was hanging by my bedside. I pulled up the sheet and I couldn’t help but feel the softness of the cloth brush against my smooth legs. Somehow, it tickled me and I like to wish that the blanket would never end. But the cold was getting to me so I hid under the covers and curled myself just to fight the loss of warmth. Then, I realized that the unusual cold was brought about by the joint forces of the damp weather and the electric fan blowing. But I did not turn off the fan. It was fighting and surrendering at the same time. And it felt good.