Improving Writing

I woke up. It was raining. It was cold. It was dark. I went downstairs. I made coffee. I sat at the table. I noticed a shadow at the door. I was curious. I went to the door. I opened the door. Nobody was there.

5:15 AM. After returning from a 21-hour flight from Illinois, everyone are sound asleep with loud snores that passes through walls while I’m suddenly awake at an odd time, due to jet-lag, here in Kuala Lumpur. I was bewildered at the fact that the rain outside made the atmosphere in my room abnormally cold until I noticed that I’ve once again left my air-conditioner on at 20 degrees Celsius as no temperature was ever too cold in the hot Malaysian weather. During the day that is.