So, I was bored (and cold) yesterday, so I just started writing, and, well, here you go. (I'm sorry, it's a bit sad.) She started at the road ahead. It was long, but she was sure she could make it. It wasn't too cold, and she had a jacket. It was thin though, but she felt a bit of warmth. Keep on. That's what her father always told her. Keep on. That's was she would do. She would follow the road home. her footsteps were heavy and left prints in the snow. She could make it. Keep on. She /would/ make it. The snowflakes nipped at her cheeks when they landed on her face. Her family would be so happy to see her when she got home. Home. She kept walking. She would make it; not too much farther. Keep on. The air started to get colder, freezing her fingertips. They would smile and embrace her, warming her from her head to her toes. Warmth. She longed for it. She stumbled. Her knees hit the frozen erth, sending shards of pain through her legs. Maybe I should rest, she thought. Keep on. Just for a minute. Then I'll keep going. Keep on. She stepped off the road. Don't stop. She lowered herself to the ground. Warmth slowly started to creep into her, melting her veins. Keep on. Just for a minute. She closed her eyes. Don't stop. Keep on. In a minute. She was warm now. Nice. Nice feeling, being warm. The cold was all gone now. Keep on. Warm. Finally warm. Let me know what you think!! :)
