Each blink hurts. My eyelids feel frozen together, unwilling to part after so few hours spent together. The bitter cold of my surroundings wasn’t very conducive to sleep. I can’t see my reflection but I know my skin is dry and cracked and my hair is knotted and greasy. I take in the view in front of me, the cold stone walls hung with icicles, the impossibly tall trees surrounding my little cave nook, and my makeshift campfire from weeks ago, which barely held a flame. The damp smell is unavoidable, flooding my nostrils with each painfully cold inhale. I imagine how easy it would be to simply stop breathing, lay back and leave my body to decompose. Sleep forever in this forest, like a fairytale princess.