Cold. 

   So. 

   Very. 

   Cold.

   

  Ice cold. Like I'm being frozen in space cold. I couldn't feel my body, cold. This had to be what dying felt like. Was I dying? I tried to move my fingers, my arm, my eyes, anything; but I couldn't. It felt like I was here, but not here at the same time. I kept zoning out into the darkness of my eyelids, it was hard to focus. Then, I heard the deep raspy voice again.

   "KATE- come look at this!" I felt the vibrations of their loud footsteps racing towards me. "Appears they woke up and must'a passed back out from shock.."

   

   I could feel someone's warm breath on my cheek. They must be close to my face. Their breath was warm and conforting, contrasting to the cold feeling all over my body. I soon felt the warm feeling of blood running through my torso, my arm, then each of my fingers. I tried to remember the past night, what had happened, where was the moon, and why does no one else seem so shocked about this..?