I was back on the basement floor. My old blanket was underneath me. Now that I had known what it was like to be in a bed, this was the worst thing in the world. My back hurts again. I was freezing. There were small bits of ice forming on the basement windows. I took my leggings off so that they could air out for tomorrow morning. At least the cold would leave them fresh. I wanted them to smell like clean soap for as long as possible. I didn't have many options for my shirt. This was my only one. I wonder if it was put in a washing machine. I always thought if I put it in the washing machine it would fall apart, and I'd be left picking up the scraps. There was one big blood stain that connected all the pieces together. I guess that's from when I fell down. A small bit of warmth started cree
