The Fictional World of Lindsey Gemme...
She loved winter - being able to slither into something soft and thick, sinking down into that warm place where she could forget about that cold world outside. Just for a little while.
Her sweater was all wrapped around her in an uncomfortable fashion from her thrashing night of sleep, the cords of her sleeve imprinted hotly upon her cheek.
Sounds of breakfast being prepared roused her from her twilight sleep. She rearranged her sweater in a more comfortable fashion, groaned, and buried herself again.
Then again, she hated winter. It meant living with her mother. That in itself was cold.
7:20:49 AM 
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