it was a Sunday afternoon.
the room became grotesquely cold
but she didnt feel like turning the air off.
she inched into a ball, lying above the covers,
neck bent, cheek resting on the back of her hands.
thusly, her mind began to hibernate.
and it was in these circumstances
that strange and inexplicable
things began to happen.
faces, frame after frame,
partaking in a mental slideshow
glowed brightly beneath her eyelids,
recognized to be every one of her friends.
each face resulted in genuine smiles and laughs.
she finally opened her eyes, long after
the sun embarked on its descent.
the air still boasted fine icicles,
but her heart was warmed.