I awake, scared, confused, as I am cold and wetAlone, writhing in a blanket of snow that was laid out by hands not my own.Damning my home, I manage to wonder as my frozen fingers lift before my face,wondering

Overwhelming desires flood my mind. I can barely think of anything other than my urgent need. The hunger is so great I feel I will go mad if it isn't satisfied soon. I watch as the burgundy candle