I sit in a tree. the wind is blowing around me, cool on my burning cheeks.

I lean my head against the branch, my body feels heavy, like its made of metal. And it’s trying to trap me to the earth, trying to stop me from flying.

The wind is getting colder and colder, and I have the feeling that my bones are freezing inside me, slowly chipping away, in tiny frozen pieces…

My eyes are now the only the that is not frozen. I look up and see the moon, is this who is doing this to me? Why are you freezing me moon? A looming shadow comes up beside the moon, it has a snout like a wolf, and teeth like one two. It swallows the moon whole, draining the world of light. Ha. Serves you right for freezing me inside out.

Do you think the sun will be nicer? I sure hope so. I’m not really in the mood for being burned alive.

And besides, I’d like to find it before I die.

Find what?

Oh, just my pet named sanity.