I see the tingles clouding around my eyes

Black snowflakes shrouding around the outlines of my friends

I'm blinking, but the snow is only getting heavier

They're moving me. To the curb.

But it is soft. Why is it soft?

The balck snow has blocked my vision 

My stomach is flipping

Talks are muffled

The snow is even darker

It is comforting and I fall back

Into the blanket that has its arms stretched out wide

And it comfrots me into silence