The snow was cold as it sunk under you, adjusting to your form as you lay in it.

You’re so hungry; Yet know you won’t eat, no, you can’t afford it nor do you want to.

You ley out a breath, watching the fog come from your mouth before being eaten by the cold air.

You close your eyes, not expecting to wake up again…

But you do, and when you do, you’re on a couch under a blanket, the smell of something cooking filling the air.