The Cold Dark

I am cold. Impossible as it seems, I am feeling a physical sensation of cold. Every few beats, there is a tiny light – sometimes straight ahead, and sometimes off to the side. I feel as though I have been caught in some dark well. As hard as I strain, I cannot get to the light.

It is taking an incredible amount of effort to locate the light, and I do not seem able to move toward it. The darkness is profound. And the cold. And there is a rushing, roaring sound – faint, as though far away, but still there. I wonder if I have fallen into some crevasse, some forgotten corner of existence. The cold seems to have stolen all my energy, it is all I can do to focus on a pinpoint of light, and I am utterly exhausted.