I get up. It's still twilight outside, so the perfect moment for me to get up. I am at one with my internal clock because it has completely adapted to me, to be honest, but it also took a while.

I used to suffer from terrible insomnia and every evening I was afraid to go to bed. I was tormented by terrible nightmares and I feared the shadows of the night; I never slept in the morning and I generally hated nights.

Hated. Today I enjoy it because what used to be worse than the night is the day. I hate the bright light of the sun and feel most comfortable in the lukewarm twilight.

Over time my willpower and self-confidence grew and I got my sleep disorders under control, among other things. And I can only give you the tip to find yourself, because then life itself will also be much easier, or it will take its toll ...

So I slip out of bed to enjoy the current time of day and get dressed. Then I get ready for a morning walk.

I know that the others are still asleep here, which is because they don't feel well so early, they love the sun. There is no doubt about that, because that's how I found it. And I can judge people very well. Too good.

Some people have said I can read minds, but I can't. I only use the empathy that has already been given to me, to mix it with a part of my personality that I call the basic part, and then to combine it into one feeling. It is important that I am not allowed to lie to myself, otherwise it will not work.

People who spend time with me become fundamentally more empathetic as I confront them with the strict basic part and they have to admit to themselves that I'm right.

The sun rises and I enjoy the sight of the blood-red sky with the shades of fire. I don't understand why people read from the clouds when you can see a lot more in the sunrise.

I brush a strand of golden blonde hair from my face; It's windy and I can't stand the wind. It destroys almost any weather. I like rain, but only in summer. I like it mild, because I'm not an extreme person.


I live close to the water, even if the maritime climate is not my ideal. I enjoy the sight of the mirror-smooth water in the evening hours and the roaring sea in the morning.

Many people have said that my eyes are like the roaring sea. Their basic color is an extremely dark blue with green reflections. Many have that, but my eyes are covered with an impenetrable layer of storm gray, so that I create a perfect tsunami scenario. The hair resembles the sand during the warm evening and my skin rounds everything off with its dark, olive tinge.

I am quite slim and very tall, my small and narrow hands and feet are rather ordinary. My face looks strange, although I have neither Asian, African, nor Latin American roots.It's angular and has high cheekbones, plus well-defined lips. My eyes are very narrow, with short, dark lashes and my nose is small and straight.

I sense something strange, something like a premonition, only more matrealistic. I decide not to look around, but to go on relaxed, which turns out to be a mistake.