The cold is something we often ignore until it hits us. It is the most treasured thing as the temperature escalates. As the temperature decreases, however, it becomes your worst enemy. It attacks you and eats away at your flesh until there is nothing left but a weakened vessel that shivers and shakes within a few moments of exposure.
I searched through the space heaters the local dollar store held. Why was it so difficult to find a decent one? They were all overpriced. That or they are ones I've used before that nearly burned down my house. I needed ones that'd keep me warm. I heard someone behind me clear their throat. I looked up to find I was blocking the aisle. I apologized and grabbed the heater closest to me and left.
I made my way to the aisle that held blankets and grabbed a few of the thick and fuzzy ones. I made my way to pay for this all and headed home.
The twisting roads winded down to some gravel with trees blanketed in snow overlooking it. I slowed down as to not slide on the ice beneath me. I was always a careful driver, so skidding rarely ever happened to me. Not to say it never happened before, as that wouldn't be the truth.
Finally, I got home. I parked as close to my cabin as I could. It was far too cold to walk anything but short distances, unless you enjoyed the idea of losing feeling in your hands and feet. I carried everything inside and flicked on the lights. It was still so cold, even with all the half a dozen heaters I had going. I knew my electric bill would go up big time, but it was either this or not survive the harsh winter.
I unboxed and plugged in my seventh heater. It was a small black heater with a large grill on the front and a grate on the back. It was one similar to what I used to have. The previous one kept me warm, but eventually stopped working. It wasn't worth it to get it fixed, so I threw it out.
I grabbed a blanket I'd bought from the store and made my way to the recliner before the television. I grabbed my remote and turned it on, flipping through channels before landing on the most familiar show to me, 'Leave it to Mono'. It wasn't my favorite, but my hand was getting cold and I wanted to wrap myself in the blanket.
It didn't take long before I was cold, even with the blanket. So I grabbed a few more blankets and draped them over me. I sat back in my recliner and was mindlessly entertained before drifting off to sleep.
I awoke to a sharp pain in the toes of my right foot. I sat up quickly and saw a pair of glowing blue eyes against the darkness. Why was it so dark? The television must have turned itself off. The power couldn't have gone out because I could hear my heaters roaring.
Why was I more concerned with the lights than whatever was in front of me? By the time I focused back on it, the blue eyes were gone.
I got up from my recliner and nearly toppled forward. Why couldn't I feel my right foot? I reached toward the lights and flicked them on. I looked down at my foot and seeing my toes nearly completely black made my heart nearly stop. It appeared as though I had been frost bitten.
I searched through the space heaters the local dollar store held. Why was it so difficult to find a decent one? They were all overpriced. That or they are ones I've used before that nearly burned down my house. I needed ones that'd keep me warm. I heard someone behind me clear their throat. I looked up to find I was blocking the aisle. I apologized and grabbed the heater closest to me and left.
I made my way to the aisle that held blankets and grabbed a few of the thick and fuzzy ones. I made my way to pay for this all and headed home.
The twisting roads winded down to some gravel with trees blanketed in snow overlooking it. I slowed down as to not slide on the ice beneath me. I was always a careful driver, so skidding rarely ever happened to me. Not to say it never happened before, as that wouldn't be the truth.
Finally, I got home. I parked as close to my cabin as I could. It was far too cold to walk anything but short distances, unless you enjoyed the idea of losing feeling in your hands and feet. I carried everything inside and flicked on the lights. It was still so cold, even with all the half a dozen heaters I had going. I knew my electric bill would go up big time, but it was either this or not survive the harsh winter.
I unboxed and plugged in my seventh heater. It was a small black heater with a large grill on the front and a grate on the back. It was one similar to what I used to have. The previous one kept me warm, but eventually stopped working. It wasn't worth it to get it fixed, so I threw it out.
I grabbed a blanket I'd bought from the store and made my way to the recliner before the television. I grabbed my remote and turned it on, flipping through channels before landing on the most familiar show to me, 'Leave it to Mono'. It wasn't my favorite, but my hand was getting cold and I wanted to wrap myself in the blanket.
It didn't take long before I was cold, even with the blanket. So I grabbed a few more blankets and draped them over me. I sat back in my recliner and was mindlessly entertained before drifting off to sleep.
I awoke to a sharp pain in the toes of my right foot. I sat up quickly and saw a pair of glowing blue eyes against the darkness. Why was it so dark? The television must have turned itself off. The power couldn't have gone out because I could hear my heaters roaring.
Why was I more concerned with the lights than whatever was in front of me? By the time I focused back on it, the blue eyes were gone.
I got up from my recliner and nearly toppled forward. Why couldn't I feel my right foot? I reached toward the lights and flicked them on. I looked down at my foot and seeing my toes nearly completely black made my heart nearly stop. It appeared as though I had been frost bitten.
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