The Space
The frigid air fills everything here. It fills your lungs, starting at your lips and sharply diving into what feels like empty space behind your belly button. You have on a hat, but the air slips underneath it and into your ears. You hear the crunch of the frost beneath your feet with a clarity that you've only ever experienced during the night. Listening to only that for a while, you just walk. A glance over your shoulder every few steps to make sure nothing is following you. Then, your mind wanders, as it tends to:
