I woke up curled into a ball. My feet and hands were freezing. My blanket did little to keep me warm, but at least it was warmer than being outside. My body ached as I stretched myself flat before I got up. My clock still hadn't screamed to wake me up. There were about ten minutes left, but I couldn't take the cold anymore. The laundry room might be warmer. Normally, I'd sleep on the laundry room floor when it started snowing outside. The thing is, I haven't seen snow until now. The little window was covered in white icy crystals. Normally, I like watching the snow fall onto the window. I pictured myself standing outside and feeling the tiny specks on my face. But right now, the only thing the cold made feel better was my face. My body didn't hurt as much as it normally does after a beatin
