It's cold.
No, frigid.
It numbs my hands.
The snow seeps throught my boots,
turning them numb as well.
Carbon monoxide fills my home.
Forced to evacuate.
Five minutes.
I have to change the alarm battery.
Drives to the 24 hr pharmacy.
Closed due to the storm.
Gas station with a Seven Eleven.
The battery was duracell.
Mum doesn't know how to fix an alarm.
But manages to fix it.
What the .
Watches an episode of Sherlock
I like it.
Now I'm just typing nonsense.
It's 3:37 AM
Good Morning.
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