Cold...

I struggle to pull myself out of my chair

My bare feet brushing the carpeted floor

I look down at my feet; they're so cold

I drag myself to my small, cluttered bedroom

Fuzzy, warm slippers are pulled onto my feet

They cover the bottoms of my skinny jeans

I wiggle my freezing toes; they don't warm too well

I stop for a moment; my knee is locked again

Foot planted firmly on the floor

I force my joint back; I groan in pain when I feel it pop

My slippers drag across the floor

What am I doing? I ask myself

I don't answer

Wandering aimlessly around my small house

From one side to the other; back and forth

Occasionally walking into another room; just to see

I find my way back to my bedroom; it's rather cold in there

I wrap my blanket around my shivering body; will it even help?

Slowly walking back to my computer room; I want my laptop

I hear and feel my joints cracking and popping as I move

As I sit down in my chair I let out a groan; my back is killing me

I don't even open my laptop; there's nothing to even do...

I curl into a tight ball, wrapping my blanket tighter

I pull my knees as close to my chest as I can

It hurts to curl up like this; my back feels like it's going to tear apart

I can't get warm, though; warmth is hard for me

I'm sick, you see…. Very, very sick

My head of artificially-red hair looks from side to side; paranoia

I can see these devilish faces looking at me; they laugh and mock me

I feel like I'm going to lose my mind; perhaps I already have

I can't feel anything… no emotion

I can only feel one thing

Cold