Rain all day. No training. No cursed spirits. Just the apartment, the window, and way too much time to think.

I woke up late. Didn't bother with clothes — just pulled on whatever was closest. The hoodie swallowed me whole. The socks were the only other thing I put on.

Outside, the rain kept coming down, streaking the glass like it had somewhere to be. I didn't.

I lay on the couch for a while. Sat by the window for a while longer. Made some water. Checked my phone. Put it down. Checked it again.

At some point the hoodie came off.

I'm not sure exactly when. The rain makes everything blur together — the morning, the afternoon, the quiet that gets a little too loud when you've got nothing to punch.

I sprawled out on the floor. Stretched my arms above my head and listened to the sound of water hitting glass.

Just the white socks. Just the rain. Just me, taking up space in an empty apartment on a Thursday that didn't ask anything of me.

You're looking.

That's fine. There's nothing else to do today anyway.

虎杖悠仁：雨天休假 🌧️

下了一整天的雨。沒有訓練。沒有咒靈。只有公寓、窗戶，和多得不知道怎麼打發的時間。

起床很晚。沒有特別換衣服——伸手摸到什麼就套上什麼。帽T大了一號，把人整個吞進去。白棉襪是唯一另外穿上的東西。

窗外的雨一直沒停，雨線順著玻璃流下來，好像有什麼急事要趕。我沒有。

在沙發上待了一陣子。靠著窗邊又待得更久。倒了點水喝。拿起手機看了看。放下。又拿起來。

帽T是什麼時候脫的，我說不清楚。

雨天容易讓時間糊在一起——早上、下午、那種在沒東西可以打的時候變得有點太響的安靜。

我攤在地板上。把手臂舉過頭頂，聽著雨水打玻璃的聲音。

只有白棉襪。只有雨聲。只有我，在一個沒有要求任何事情的週四，把自己擺在空公寓的某個角落。

你在看。

沒關係。反正今天也沒有別的事了。