Prompt #2: Bad
The dreamy dark veil of sleep fluttered and lifted, allowing an abrupt icy chill past the mists into my senses. I started apprehensively, attempting to force my heavy eyes open into wakefulness with a murmured question.
Before I could reach that state of awareness, a heavy covering banished the cold and settled warmth in its place, enveloping me.
"Go back to sleep, Watson," a voice filtered gently through my muddling senses.
"Mmm?"
"It's the worst snowstorm to hit London in ten years; the temperature is already well below freezing and still plummeting."
How ridiculous – I was perfectly snug and warm.
