Senses

The ceiling fan over my head is barely rotating, yet if I stare at it long enough, I can almost feel the cooling breeze. The steam from the heater outside rises and I can barely see it before it vanishes behind the thin strip of glass. The darkness engulfs the whole Outside world. A red light blinks tirelessly outside, speaking to no one. No cars. No people. Nothing. All is still and quiet save for the gentle hum of the heater as it warms my feet. I sense more than feel the cold outside the glass doors. The contemplating Man sits over the chair... ever thinking. Never doing anything else. Thoughts all jumbled together.