Cold

A Story by Oscar

my eyes were frozen shut again, my breath crystallizes and disappears like a ghost in the cold winter wind. i sit up weakly and i cough up all the cold air suffocating my lungs. it hurts to cough. i stand up uneasy and i grab the only coat i could find in one piece. through the cut open wired fence i lose the stench of rotting bed i sleep on. dozens of cars pass by, i wait to cross. i look around the alley up ahead of me for left overs. i see a piece of bread and i reach for it but my fingers won't move. i don't remember having any sense of touch in them lately. i keep walking but every step i take annoys me as the snow crunches under my feet. god damn i f*****g hate snow. i follow the traffic running through the busiest streets. soon i find myself downtown. so much more live here than back home. everything is so quiet and cold back there. i see a building with warm vapor dancing out of the top like a boiling pot of water waiting to be made into coffee.
i imagine cocoa beans in my hands and the sweet elegant aroma filling my nostrils with something good for a change. i walk into this building and i sit on the steps i see down the hall. it feels warm. my toes twitch back to life. my cheeks and nose flourish red like my grandmas old garden of thorn roses. it was warm back in her garden too. i cuff my hands together and i huff some of my nasty breath to try to wince some life back into them. i start to feel my body wick away the cold off my skin. a man dressed in blue and a big golden star approached me. yells at me, proclaims that i don't belong here. i plead to let me stay 5 more mins and he becomes angered as if i was asking for too much. maybe i was, maybe i wasn't supposed to be here. i once belonged in the warmth but now i belong in the cold. he grabs me by the arm and forcefully throws through the doors of the building. now i was back in the cold, so i kept walking.