I open the door. A blast of cold air greets my face

Chilling my soul

It turns to ice.

I walk upstairs, down the hall.

I enter my room. Dark. Empty.

I bleed.

I stand up. Awake. The floor is alive, creaking with every step

Like a breath. An animal. I walk to the sink, but it is empty. Like my soul. I weep. I fall to the floor, embracing the cold tile.

Alone.

I die.