Wake me up in April.
Any part of your body that isn't covered feels like knife blades slicing into your skin when you walk outside.
If dry skin were gold, you'd be the King Midas of winter.
Wherever you go, a flurry of white flecks goes with you.
Your everyday life basically feels like prison.
Oh, it's dark outside already? Just another day in the gulag.
No matter how much blanket rolling and tucking you do, it's still freezing in your house.
