Justina McKay

The Little Black Book

As I slowly opened my eyes, the cold seeped into my skin as I felt it sink into my little bones as we were told to get up from our beds. The thin blanket that was covering me barely covered my toes and would not cover my shoulders, making me scrunch up my legs to my stomach to draw in the warmth of my body. I was thinking a little while longer, so as not to disturb the warmth that held me.