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Stuck

The white plain surrounds me, and, as I stumble around in a state of despair,

 I knew.

I knew I shouldn’t have run away.

A blizzard was coming.  I could feel it.

So, I dug myself a hole.

As I sat in my hole, I rooted around for my matchsticks and kindling in my bag.

‘I sure hope this works’, I thought to myself

As I struck the matchsticks again and again, I listened to the howling of the wind.

After I got my pitiful fire started, I got my cup and bread out of my knapsack

I packed snow into my cup and put it by the “fire”

As I picked at the bread,

I drank the melted snow water.

It slid down my throat like an electric eel through the water.

I huddled as close to the fire as I could, and as I did, I took a deep inhale.

The minty oxygen reached to the inner depths of my soul and chilled me to the bone.

I thought about my decision about running away.

Why had I even done it?

It didn’t matter anymore.  I knew they would come looking for me.

So I waited

And waited

And waited.