Dark Writer

I got of the bed…   and started walking over to door… the soft carpet under her bed… something that I did not notice before…   the floor was warm… but my hands still felt cold… numb even… but at that moment… with both of my feet firmly planted on the ground I had to stop my mind from wondering.   I knew what I needed to… my goal right now was coffee… down the hall and to the right, so I took my time walking towards the door… I wanted to get my head straight. I needed to make sure that I was awake… but who was I to think that my spine was going to be chilled… as I opened the door out to the rest of the house I felt a cold breeze against my skin… the warmth that I loved, the warmth that I felt like I needed was stripped away from me. The outside hallway was dark cold… the tiled floor exaggerated the cold, the fact that there was no light, made everything feel ominous.                 I had to go get her coffee…   So I walked on the cold floor chilling my bones I made my way to the ki