#7

I watched as my fingernails turned purple. It's been a while since I felt this cold. I came to work unprepared: without anticipating the drop in temperature. The cold took me a year back, inside that Pakenham room where I spent most nights (and days) alone.

I opened the pack of instant coffee I was reserving for afternoon tea: temporary warmth for my freezing hands and my cold, cold heart.

Fake cold weather. Fake coffee. Real feelings.

I feel cheated.