a curious wolf asks: what do you miss most about the sun/daylight?
lids fell heavily, up and down, when sohee heard the question and realized how sharp of a breath she had taken in, mind half-blank, half-numb from the abrupt tidal-wave of memories, surging almost painful right before her eyes; suddenly she felt too many things, all at once, happiness, sadness, nostalgia, cold, hot, finally, a nervous laughter, tone cracking, tied in the spaces between her teeth. “i miss a lot of things,” her confession came belated, muffled by her insecurities, “i miss it in the mornings. you know, before you get up for work, or school, the first time you feel it every day. i miss the way it flickers on the waves; when i was a kid, i thought that i could catch it in a bottle and keep it by my bedside. i miss the tint - the color’s different, not like the light from lamps or bulbs or anything.” she halted for a second, fingers twining and intertwining, a moment to arrange her speech. “i think, out of everything, i miss the warmth the most. everything is so cold now. even burns feel cold. i would really trade anything to experience that kind of warmth. even if it’s just one more time.”