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It was the worst snowstorm we had been in for years, maybe even the worst since the last ice age. I sat on my bed wrapped in a warm blanket wearing four layers of clothing. The heating had gone out and since then it had been freezing, inside as well. I had tried to keep moving, to at least keep my body warm a little bit, but it had been almost no use, especially as soon as the temperatures dropped inside. And with it I began to hate myself for having the fireplace removed last year when I moved in.
I had been disconnected from my family, friends and the whole of society for a couple of days now. I had written down the things that happened to keep myself sane, but it had become an obsession. There were pieces of paper everywhere on the ground and on cabinets.
I stood from the bed and walked towards a window to see what the storm was doing. I shove the curtain away from the window and looked at the white world, well there was nothing I could see really, just white, and only white.
'Great', I muttered under my breath while shoving the curtain back in its place.
I turned on my heel and walked over to the book case. I had read all the books in there already and most of them again in the past few days, but it was the only thing that would keep me busy. So I read a book again, and again, and again, while waiting for the storm to pass.