One curtain is already open with fog stuck against it. The fence outside my window is wet and slowly getting damper. I slowly force myself up and look around the room. Walking to the kitchen to open the fridge my hands are starting to go numb. The door opens...letting all the cold air in.
Letting that cold breeze hit my face. Cuddled up on the couch watching T.V and eating breakfast. Suddenly realising that I need to get ready. The warmth of my hair straightener fills the room.