The Chill

A cold chill ran up my bare arms, once it reached my spine my eyes slashed open.

As my vision cleared I saw where I was. 

An icy despair. No. A heaven that has frozen over. 

Looking around there were icikles dangling  from the ceiling. 

The floor was covered with a thin sheet of snow. "Beautiful." Was all that I could say. 

When I exhaled I saw my breath. There was no way this was real.

I told myself repeatedly. 

I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could. 

And when I opened them . . . 

my icy paradice had vanished. Sadly something else had taken its place. 

The blistering heat.