The coldness that lingered in the air had bitten her like a rabid dog — harsh and menacing.
Her fingertips and toes were the ones that got bitten the worse, the coldness seeping through her bones and sending chills down her spine. She roughly grabbed her thin blanket and covered herself like a cocoon; a pathetic defense against the force of nature.
Despite her incessant shivering and chattering of her teeth, she didn't mind one bit the rabid dog that kept biting her. No, she didn't mind at all. She loved it even. She loved how numb her toes and fingertips felt because of it. She loved how she was forced into a fetal position and how she was hugging her blanket like her life depended on it.
It was a mere distraction, the sensation the cold brings her. The numbness was also a distraction. She craved for distraction. She can feel herself drifting away, the distraction was her anchor.
The rabid dog that continued to bite her transformed into tiny spiders, crawling up and down her knees and arms, sending another shiver down her spine. She couldn't do anything now, the cold had entirely enveloped her. There was no escape.