It was the cold that she noticed first.
A cold so deep her lungs alerted her when it felt as though frost was tickling her rib cage. She gasped, poorly, throat not quite remembering how. Startled when that breath wasn't enough. When her chest was heaving faster than her heart was beating - when her blood flushed to the surface of her skin. And when her eyes burst open. Those wide pupils were met by a scene so abstract she couldn't even begin to interpret it.
Or maybe that was because she was...
