Sometimes, it truly amazes me that I can find so much warmth in ice.

I’m not cold-blooded, just hooded and covered, convincing myself that it’s something I like.

As I lay in the ice, paralyzed with pain, my brain relays something different.

It says “Think of Bahrain in the middle of July” and my heart readjusts it’s own rhythm.

And as it picks up its pace, blood rushes to my face, I swear that I’m hugging the sun.

But it goes really quick, then my nerves start to quit, and before I know it, I’m numb.