Cold.

It starts in my toes and I crinkle my nose

Wherever it goes I always know

That you make me smile, please...

- Colbie Caillat, Bubbly

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She is cold.

And her feet are numb.

She cannot feel her toes.

And she is thinking

How she is going to survive

Going to a college

Where it snows

This time of year.

Now she gets on her pajamas

All fifty-one layers

Toe socks and mittens

And all bundled up.

She is cold.