It was a cold, cold morning.
Perhaps a little colder than usual.
There was a need, a desire to warm up somehow, but other than putting on more ;layers of clothes there was only the choice of movement, for there was no fire and there was no heater. Movement, however, seemed like it was out of the question as there was also a strong desire to not move, even though it would be what helped the most.
Moving would mean moving through the air and moving through the air and all the molecules that made up its being would mean experiencing the cold far more than usual. Of course it would only be temporary as eventually there would be the warming up, but this still was something that was strongly against the agenda of not being colder than necessary.
It was, however, only a small hurdle. It was one that was easy to surmount, but in those few moments it seemed like the greatest mountain of all.
And so they sat there, trying to take their minds off the experience of the cold, but it kept on pressing on, reminding them that it was there and that it was present. They looked up a few sites and tried to find something they’d find interesting to read, but the cold hung around them, looking at their screen whilst clawing at whatever it could that was exposed. It almost seemed as though it was getting colder by the minute.
They kept on doing their best to ignore the cold, but it was reaching a point where it no longer could be and something indeed had to be done about the situation.
They finally gave up on the ignoring. they finally stopped and got up and out of their seat. They rose with a strong sense of determination, lifting off from where they had been firmly planted and up into an upright position, strong and steady. There was a sense of certainty in their action and there was a sense of confidence.
Once firmly away from the sitting position, they moved away from their chair and elsewhere. There was no longer a time for not taking proactive action against the cold. They knew what they needed to do. Of course they could not get rid of the cold, for the onset of winter was nearly at its arrival. They had to take other actions in order to find themselves in a position of warmth once more. They knew that sitting there and just putting on more clothes was no longer good enough. There had to be more. There had to be some sort of action that made a statement that would allow them to warm up even more. Perhaps something that could easily be done with minimal effort. That was the idea. That was the plan.
And so, with confidence they struck out and reached for the thick blanket on their bed, then returned to their chair and wrapped the blanket around themselves.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:18:67
If my fingers were warmer then I’d probably have typed faster.
I think that there’s an interesting concept for a story in here. I dragged too much around the middle and toward the end.
Written at home.
Stupidity Hole 