Broimtired Stories

"Look at the stars in the big black ink, Tell me what you feel and tell me what you think, 'Is it cold outside?' Is it cold out?" Based on a song. For some reason this song sticks with me and I love it a lot. I haven't been feeling the best lately, but this song makes me feel like that sense of dread that sits in the back of my mind is okay. Another thing, if you guys like it enough, I'll think about expanding on this idea. But, even if I make those other chapters, this story can still count as a stand alone one.