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Sadly, though, I wake up a short while later–my nose frozen. Throwing the blankets over my head, I shimmy down the bed so my whole body is cocooned in the warmth.
It has to be like ten freaking degrees in here.
When my face finally heats again, I stick it back out so I don’t suffocate, and pull the blanket half up my face.
Forcing my eyes closed, the only thing that relaxes me back to sleep is thinking about Ryan holding me and kissing me. He would wrap his strong arms around me, shrouding me in his warmth, and I’d drift off to sleep–content and happy.
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As the dull light of the morning streams into the room, I shove my face into the blankets and warm my once again cold nose. This is ridiculous. How can I possibly still be cold?
Maybe tea would help? The stove is gas, so it should still work even without the power. But I don’t want to leave the safety of this bed.
Groaning, I slip out of the bed and instantly regret it. Holy shit, it’s freezing! Grabbing the top blanket, I wrap it tightly around me, and shove my feet into my slippers–which are also freezing–and all but run to the kitchen.
With a shaky hand, I fill the tea kettle and place it on the stove. Thank God Dottie never changed over to an electric one.
Shifting from foot to foot, I keep my blood flowing while I wait for the water to be ready.
And of course, it feels like forever before the loud whistle of the kettle sounds, and I pour the boiling water into a cup, where I already have an earl grey tea bag waiting.
Looking out the kitchen window, I feel like I could cry. It’s still snowing. Why is it still snowing?
It’s been going strong for like eighteen hours or something. And the power has already gone out, so what am I supposed to do?
Oh my God, I’m going to be stranded here. And I’m going to starve. And I’m never going to have sex with Ryan again. Damn it! I think that’s the worst part. And that definitely means I’m losing it.
Grabbing my tea, I take a sip and close my eyes. I need to relax.
Practically downing it in a matter of seconds, I refill it, and let the heat of the cup warm my frozen hands. Breathing in the steam, my lungs fill with the earthy scent, and I try and calm my nerves. If I let myself freak out, then I’ll just spiral.
Everything will be fine. I’ll be fine. Ally knows I’m here alone, and I know she wouldn’t let me die here.
Yup. Sure. I’m just going to keep telling myself that.
Heading back to bed, I sit up against the headboard and tuck my legs under the blankets. I’ll have to see if I can find a flashlight, candles, matches, and any spare food that’s still good to eat. At least I know I have cookies and wine. I’m just hoping that’s enough for me survive on until I can leave, or be rescued.
I should text Ally. Patting the bed down, I search for my phone, but come up empty. Shit. I think I left it in the living room last night. Banging my head back against the metal bars of the headboard, I close my eyes.
I really don’t feel like leaving this bed again.
Holding the tea close to my face, I breathe in the steam as my fingers thaw out.
Finishing it, I place the cup on the bedside table and brace myself for the mission. I’m going to run really quickly into the living room, grab my phone, and race back. Maybe the running will keep me from feeling the cold.
1, 2, 3…I fling the covers off and sprint into the next room, but my phone isn’t in sight. Oh my God. I start tossing the pillows and couch cushions until I find it wedged in the side of the couch, and I quickly run back to my room and the safety of the blankets.
With my jaw clattering together, I press my finger to my phone screen, but nothing happens. “Noooo, not this too!”
It’s dead.
I have no heat, no hot water, no food, and no way of communicating to the outside world.
Great.
Okay, let me think.
I have winter clothes–hats, scarves, gloves. I just need to layer up.
