Take a coat, my son

“Take a coat, my son”

This phrase kept on repeating inside my head over and over as I was shivering. It was cold while I was walking through the streets of the city center after that party.

My house wasn't very far away, but the cold weather made the journey longer. My joints were hard and hurting. The humid wind made it feel like the flesh of my arms was being cut by thousands of razors. My chin didn't stop trembling and my lips were cut because they were too dry.

“Take a coat, my son”

When you are in a closed and crowded place, you don't feel the cold too much. All the windows were closed, the place was small and there were more than a hundred people. The music was good and the drink helped too.

As soon as I arrived at the party, I saw that woman and I couldn't stop looking at her. I tried to get closer in various ways, but I couldn't, she was surrounded by people who formed a kind of insurmountable barrier. Sooner or later, she would need to go to the bathroom and that would be my big chance. A short time later, there was her going to the bathroom. I waited at the door, but when she left, she pretended not to have heard my “good night”. When she was back to her seat, she looked at me with an icy glance. She was cold.

“Take a coat, my son”

I walked the rest of the way feeling very cold, I've never felt so cold. I don't know if it really was as cold as I was feeling or if it was because of that glance. I couldn't stop thinking about that woman, but now it wasn't because of her beauty, it was because of her coldness.

When I arrived at home, I laid down on the sofa and turned on the television. There was a boring romantic comedy... they're all boring. Amidst all these boring things I fell asleep. I dreamed a mix of the movie with me and the woman at the party. It was a confusing dream that didn't make sense, in which, at a certain moment, that woman turned into my mother and said: “Take a coat, my son”.