Epoch Interval

I lay there, cold. Feeling almost dead. The crisp breeze against my body wakes me up. My sight shortly registers to the wintry white sky, as snowflakes fall unto my face. My nose is cold and red, as I breathe in the woodland atmosphere. My fingers are red to the sight, yet dead to the feel. My body is numb as I lay paralyzed in the snowfall. My hair is wet and my ears; frozen. I can still hear my surroundings though. I'm so cold, my ears are ringing yet I hear the snow being moved around me as my exposed feet wander. I've never felt this or seen this ever before, I've only heard stories of such weather. To gain control of my nearly hypothermic body, I close my eyes and speak to myself in my head in a motivational tone, "Get up! You can do it, just get up!" In the distance I hear an animal trot past me in such a rhythmic walking pattern. I slowly and yet painfully smile thinking it's a deer, but my fear increases and my smile fades away into a worrisome frown -or at least it feels as such- for I think it's a carnivorous beast approaching its next meal. My eyes shot open and I slowly peered to my left to see a white fox sniffing around the area and over by a bush nearby my feet. I've never seen such a fox in my life. I try my hardest to pick my head up, just enough to see and yet I notice I'm not completely naked. The only thing covering me is a wet and cold red velvet blanket. Why was this blanket here? How did I even get here in the first place? Who would be generous enough to lay a blanket over me but vile enough to leave me here freezing in such weather? Or who would be vile enough to throw me out here in the middle of nowhere in the cold, but generous enough to leave a blanket? Questions then filled my head.

My body is covered in the red silk, and I now have an awareness of the blanket but no knowledge of why it's here and no knowledge of the condition of my body, minus its external temperature. I can feel my body warming up, but if only I could raise my head above my breasts, I could add sight to my proprioception. My neck is too tense, I can't raise my head. So tense that swallowing my saliva was painful.

The fox then nears towards me in concern as if it knew I was in pain or in a troubling state. But then again, how could it not? I am another mammal in such a situation. Its tail starts to wag, it sniffs around my neck, and licks my cheek. Trying not to freak out I stay calm and shiver under this blanket. "I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die", I thought intensively. My fear then rubs off onto the curious fox and it jumps back and whimpers. At least I thought. I wondered what would happen If it was going to eat me... "Do foxes even eat meat", I thought to myself. I laid there as I went in and out of consciousness.
The fox then lays next to me and watches me as if I was a little egg waiting to be hatched. It's so close to me that its body temperature warms me up a little more and a lot faster than my own body heat. But I couldn't lay there much longer, especially after all this time I tried and my body was warming by the minute.

Ever so slowly did I have enough strength to raise one arm from the snowy marked fossil I've left, but too cold to move the rest. The fox raises its head in joy and then peers into the distance. It's ears moves in a motion such as if it was listening for its surroundings, and then it bolts off, vanishing behind the snowy bush. "Goodbye little fox", I thought to myself. Without the fear I once had for the fox's company, I then feel lonely. After all it was the only other living thing around. I then get up with snow and ice all over my body my wrists were darker than usual and my back aching as if I fell from a tree to the ground. That is from then on what I thought had happened.
Once I gained enough energy to rise from the cold fluffy bank of powder, I walked very painfully and quite slowly towards what I thought to have been a house or a building of some sort, but it was just a big tree; therefore I turned to the left and kept walking. Because of the wind, I couldn't quite hear as well, so I cupped my hand around my ear and listened as hard as I could for any people, horses, or even music, but I had no luck in finding any. As far as my hearing goes, I kept walking in the direction I sought would be closest to people. I'd hope to see some, but the snow got in the way of that. My sight was soiled by the white rain so squinting was my only way of trying to see. I kept walking and squinting as I saw a color fading in the distance as almost brick. Was my sight deceiving me? Was this a mirage or could this be a building out in the middle of nowhere?