So cold. My fingers and toes have gotten numb. My ears feel like they’ll crack into tiny pieces of frozen flesh if I touch them. I can’t feel my face anymore.
So hungry. It’s been what — two days since I had anything to eat other than snow? How long can you go without food before you die? A week? Ten days?
So tired. It seems as if I’ve been walking forever, but I’m getting nowhere. Have I passed those poles before? Or are they different poles. Am I walking around in circles? I feel like I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
So easy. I can just stop, lie down in the snow, close my eyes. But what if I fall asleep and never wake up? Would that be such a bad thing? Maybe not. Maybe that will bring me peace.
Written for this week’s 50 Word Thursday prompt from Kristian at Tales From the Mind of Kristian. The idea is to use the image above (unattributed), along with the line, “I have to remind myself to breathe – almost to remind my heart to beat!” from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, and to write a post that must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.