Cold.

So cold.

A freezing sensation trapping me inside.

A wall of it.

I can see myself.

I can see myself in everywhere I turn.

A mirror-maze-funhouse.

But cold.

and lonely.

It drips from the ceiling.

My body heat melting it.

A drop of water.

Plip. Plop.

It's repetitive.

Plip. Plop.

My breath is visible.

Plip. Plop.

It echoes.

It bounces off the endless walls of cold.

Cold. So very cold.

A mere crack of light exposed.

Everything's reflective. Everything's white. Everything's cold.

A rumble beneath my feet. A sharpness of cold shatters.

Sprinkled on the floor.

My fingers are black. My skin crumbling.

My feet are shriveling.

It's so cold.

There's a wall of cold.

Wall. Walls.

They're everywhere.

And they're cold.

Cold.