I had been here for quite a while yet my body still refused to leave. Outside it was cold, freezing even. Inside was not much better but here, by the fireplace, was the best. The warmth of the fire passed through me; the flames tickling my skin. Of course I wasn’t touching the fire, I wasn’t that dumb. But it still drew me in as if I was in some sort of trance. So there I remained, covered in a blanket by the fireplace.
By The Fireplace by A Man Named Dan