I’ve forgotten my mittens. They’re sitting on the bed in my room and not on my hands. I don’t feel cold but I’m certain I should. I shove my fingers into my coat pockets and play with the gum wrappers and chapstick that live inside there. I don’t even know why I decided to go for a walk. Nothing is alive out here and nothing is solved out here. I get back to my front door and feel like someone else. The warmth hits me in the face when I go in and my hands start to burn. It feels like they’re missing something more than it did in the cold.


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