-1 December-
Dear Diary,
It is so cold, I am so cold...
What happened? Why am I so cold? There is pain in my chest, and it’s only getting worse. They are tearing me apart inside, and it won’t stop. It keeps getting colder and colder... colder... colder... like in an endless blizzard. It keeps getting colder and colder...
But he will come soon... for sure. Then, a little bit of the cold will disappear... it will get warm... but... I hope... I won’t have frozen to death by then...
Edgar Allan Poe -
Poe put his diary aside. Slowly, everything around him became cold and gray. He lay down in his bed, where the warmth slowly enveloped him. Protecting him from the cold and darkness.
I wonder how long it will take for him to freeze into ice? It surely wouldn’t take long.
To be Continued
