Post-K

It's been raining all day long. The wind and the sea roar outside. Is this little house going to blow in the air? I imagine myself inside, upon a big wave, crossing the sea in the middle of the dark, trying to find a spot of light in the horizon.
I've been sleeping a lot. Exhausted. I remember every little thing, every single detail. And I wonder if it was a dream.

Now, here I am.

Just like a castaway... sending a message in a bottle.