Red building

My old pocket-watch says it’s 4.13 in the morning. It’s cold and a couple of snowflakes are falling outside. Typical winter weather, although it really should be colder, it is after all late November.

The sun won’t rise till 8; I still have 4 more hours of dark cloudy sky to glare at. “4.14” my watch says. Damn, my watch has started talking to me; I really need to get some sleep.
But time isn’t time for me anymore, it doesn’t matter what time it is and whether I should go to bed or not.

I look outside my window and see a few cars in the distance. Grey car, black car, nothing. Grey, black, red, silver, nothing. I feel a shiver going from my toes, through my spine and up to my head.