The gray is starting to look a lot like black. The only silver pouring down
into this deadfall is coming from the chimney, flowing out like a stream with the dust particles. I’m not numb, just a little bit colder. Just. A little bit. Colder.

It was only about four or five days ago, a hike gone wrong real fast. Chased
out by a snowstorm. We spotted the cabin from a distance and darted for salvation. The place had little to eat and no running water and wood to burn. That next morning felt like evening, the windows have been barricaded in with snow. Suzy began hyperventilating
and Jody began screaming, kicking the door till his leg nearly snapped. “Ah, my leg!” Jody grips himself tightly, falling back to the floor and I sat in a big brown chair in silence. I’m aware that we will not be leaving. I’ll spend my time making peace with
that.

Something ugly in me opened it’s eye for a peek. Just as fast, it went right
back to sleep. That was days ago, he’s wide awake now and is brushing up against my bones, purring. I sit in the fireplace and let the light wash over my corpse like a shower. Suzy and Jody are no longer crying for help. They sit in the silence with me. Constant
darkness, such little light, it’s peeling what is left of my morality. A cloud blocks the light from above. It moves my lips into a smile. Calm. Dark. Silence.

I Am Warm.