Sunlight
Sometimes, in the day, when she sleeps (dies again?), she remembers the sunlight.
Not much, actually, just a feeling, an emotion of something light (and warm What is "warmth"?) playing over her skin, with the breeze that dances blissfully over the hills near her family's (home?) house. She is laughing (what is "laughter" I'm cold so cold where is the warmth?) as she sees her nieces run around, twin studies in delight. Everything is all right with the world, everyone at peace with each other as they smile and laugh and love (love what an odd word I've forgotten what it means).
Now, though, it seems, sunlight does not remember her.