Disappointment was beginning to feel all too familiar to Alexa, that and frustration as Alexa couldn’t help but feel disappointed when she once again woke up to the silver snow-covered trees.
She was beginning to get sick of the frost covered trees, whose bare branches reached up like bony fingers searching for a sliver of sunlight. Begging for the warmth she too wished she could reach.
An urge that she could match herself as she felt her frostbitten fingers begin to burn when she reached out toward the fire. A fire that was miraculously still burning even after a full night’s worth of snow.
The days had all blended together and she had lost count of them, her thoughts were hard to keep straight she could have been here a week, a few days or even a month and she would have no way of knowing her sense of time lost to the injury her head had suffered.
