I was cold. Cold enough so that my right pointer finger began hurting like it always did when I was freezing. In a way it was fitting, the cold I mean. For the world is a cold and cruel place. It had to be cold and miserable on this godforsaken day.
Teeth chattering and holding back my tears I burrowed further under the thin blanket on my beloved sofa. It really is the most wonderful sofa, I could stretch out and still not touch the end. The blanket was not as wonderful as it did little to shield me from the cold. Of course I could get up and close the window. Effectively shutting out the cold. But the window was so far. And I was so tired, so exhausted from hurting. I shut my eyes and pretended not to feel it. If only, I could stop feeling.
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Blue is my color
ChickLitSometimes life gets you down but it is important to remember you can get up. But what if you don't? What if your days become dark. What if you aren't able to turn things around? What if you aren't just feeling a bit blue but are actually struggling...
