Writing Exercise: Touch

As my dreams ceased and my conscious awoke, I became aware of the moisture in the air; it was another chilling winter morning in Michigan. I clung to my covers that contained body heat from my night’s slumber. The shirt and shorts I wore were not my enemies, lacking the warmth, with their lightweight fabrics, that I needed. My hands found their way under my legs, struggling to keep those extremities comfortable. My toes began to lose feeling as they stung and pulsed with numbness, battling to keep blood freely flowing from my overworking heart. Slowly, I lifted my arms to the edge of my comforter and ripped it off me, embracing the cold as the thought of a hot shower crossed my mind.