Its a strange cold!

The air is cold and still. The warmth is not in the comfort of the mattress or in the layers of the quilt. The cold has seeped in through the leaks, all the way to the insides of the heart, It claws its way deeper into the roots of a cozy warmth.

Cold, not a sudden blood rush and goosebumps cold, but a slow slithering cold, drippy and nerve raking. It bites and twirls around the body, a chilling shiver sent down the spine. The cold travels and freezes slowly, like dry ice, like a burst of carbon-di-oxide. I feel every inch of my body go slowly numb. Dragged into stillness by the cold.