Her bed is rigid underneath her,

the springs creak disapprovingly when she slides out.

The floor sends a shock up her calves

ice travels from her toes

up her legs

freeze her torso.

Shakingly,

she tiptoes, leaning a hand against the headboard,

and stands.

Her knees hold.

She walks to the window and braces her fingers on the window,

pressing her face

against the frigid metal bars and

blinks at the colourlessness stretching below the landscape.