Frozen.
Always in the same place.
If someone could save us, is miracle.
The only one who can stop the freezing winds thru the vent, or the goosebumps growing on our skin.
Frozen thoughts that run, trying to get in our brains.
As much as we cuddle, as much as we try to stay warm, almost nothing works.
Being trapped in a room with my other 3 friends isn't as bad as it looks...
Unless nobody ever gets you out, and the winter air is lowering a grade by the minute.
We don't move.
We don't speak.
We don't smile.
We start thinking of our ways to make the situation better.
But the best thing we could ever do better in there is freeze.
Freeze and end with it already.
Nobody here wants to have a slow death...
Nobody here wants to die at all.
Frozen people don't think straight.
Frozen people don't live straight.
Every time you think of something, the idea goes and travels thru your blood into your brain.
But there is a snow monster waiting there to freeze it.
We heard the only thing that could save us.
Miracle.
Miracle outside the door, with a group of management crew and friends, cracking the door open, hugging us tightly, and letting us slowly to our rooms.
Frozen from the miracle, and the death that was about to strike us.
We sigh.
We never feared of something so much.
So close.
We will stay out of small, lockable places in the ship.
I want to live my life.
I'm just glad fate gave me a second chance to do it.