It was dark, very dark, the sort of dark you get when someone suddenly turns the light off, purple-black spots in your eyes, crackling in the cold.
I suppose at some point I was going to have to go inside, featureless expanse suddenly bathed in accusatory light like a prison break, like escaping from the warmth, icing-covered, ice-encrusted file clutched in immobile fingers, waiting. I looked. I looked, until, until there was nothing but dark.
inside there is warm, sudden enveloping bear hug of warm, all claws and teeth and tiny, terrified eyes. But outside there was nothing, empty air, empty park, toes curling, skin speckly, empty mind, and the tiny weak stars, sifting through the atmosphere, willing me on.
i looked back, to where the warmth and light spread out, tainting, spread out like a chemical spill into the black coldness, and i pulled my hood up, and i ignored the shattering of my veins, and i ran.

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