Winter's Bite

Liz Threlfo

It's 3am one cold winter's night. You lay cosy beneath a pile of blankets in your room. Your door is closed in anticipation of morning mayhem so these few hours of utter silence you have come to cherish.
You awake from a bizarre dream, but upon noting the time smile at the prospect of another five hours sleep. Though your eyelids are heavy, and your body remains dulled by your sudden consciousness you inevitably reach for your phone. The blinding glow of the screen causes you to regret your decision immediately and, much to the delight of your begging body, you shield your eyes in pain.
Through slitted eyes you check your phone once more