Helena hated the cold. No, that was a lie. She loved the cold. She just liked being cold at home. That way, she could bundle up in blankets and drink her hot chocolate. But no, she was outside in the extreme could, and she hated it.
With a sigh that could be seen in the overly-crisp air, she hugged herself tight. Only a few more blocks until she got home. Only a few more… god. It was so cold and there was hardly any snow on the ground! This was despicable. She felt terrible for the kids who had to go to school in this.
Only a little more to her house! And then… she tripped. The contents of her bag spilled out and she heard a clink. Fuck. Fuck, no, that wasn’t her house key, right? She looked around in alarm… fuck! It was! With a groan, she put her head in her hands. “Noooo!”