Chapter 153: Chapter 5 ☾ A slow death

I walk slowly, my hands in the pockets of my enormous winter jacket. The thing swallows me whole, and I enjoy it. It's like a big, fuzzy cocoon. I trample my way through the fluffy snow. It's hard to see with the sun reflecting off of the snow. I have no energy left in my bones, and the cold from the breeze seems to soak into my skin.

I can hardly focus on the horizon, or where I'm going. I forget that I'm on my way to work several times, having to stop and remember what it is I'm doing while I stand there in the blizzard.

Not sure what's wrong, I keep going with my head and heart pounding. I stop to take a break as I lean against a tree. I didn't know that simply walking around could hinder my strength so much. Or that I could get so confused so young. I'm basically an old person.