Cold

It was cold. And I mean cold.

I grabbed my blanket... Well, I grab my torn pieces of clothes which I had used to cover myself.

Covering myself properly, I fold like a baby, and continue sleeping.

Seems the sky is not in correspondence with my peaceful sleep.

I felt as if my heart was going to be frozen into ice.

Without any warning, I force my eyes open.

Immediately I opened my eyes, and all I could see was a beautiful castle.

I scanned what was beneath me, and found out that I'm sleeping on a big king-size bed.

What I had thought to be my torn pieces of clothes is a big bedcover.

'Where am I?' I asked myself, with my brows slightly arched.

The room is dark, and the only light that could be seen is the light coming from the moon.

Slowly I sat down properly in the bed. 'Could it be that my parents drugged me, and sent me off to my old suitor?' I asked myself, but couldn't answer.

I bite my lower lip, and quickly let go of the bedsheet.

Despite the amount of cold that I'm currently feel