I shivered in the tiny hollow I'd found between two columns of a building. I was wearing all the clothes I owned, had my only blanket wrapped as tightly around me as possible, and it still felt like I was standing stark naked in the middle of a blizzard. Stupid wind. It had to make everything freezing cold. I slid down, crouching in a ball, my head resting on my knees, hoping that at least I would be able to find a measure of warmth this way. Less of me exposed to the wind, the less cold I'd be right? ...Hopefully that was right. I was shivering hard enough that I could barely think straight. But what other option did I have? This was the only shelter I'd been able to find before the storm hit. All I could do is wait it out. Wait it out and hope I survived it.
-Inspiration from the heater going out.
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