The year 2012. The December.
It was half dark. A small rain
He knocked on the roofs and on the roofs of houses. The light approached me closely and said, “I am cold.” I felt her warm breath and said, “Warm your hands in my pockets.” She put her hand in the right pocket of my pants. Since the pockets were broken, and there were no cowards on me, she touched and began to feel something very hot. Then she looked at me and asked:
What is it?
I had nothing to answer:
This is the end, light.