A blank mind. And an endless time. This is where I am right now. Far away from home, lying here somewhere, cold, ironically under the sheets of warm blankets. I have a company inside my head. Together, we are thinking about good old times. That time when I used to be a kid, who was so scared to sleep on her own and who was lucky enough to hold her mother tight every night. And as she would embrace her, all the nightmares would disappear magically. Sadly, growing up has it’s price. You can’t tuck in with your mother on nights when you feel alone. Restless. Blank. I miss home. I miss my mother. I miss her warmth. These warm blankets are of no use.