That morning greeted her in a different way.
From behind Sylvia's bedroom window, the dew that usually left only thin stains had turned into a layer of frost clinging to the glass. The sunlight seeping in from outside reflected against it in a pale shimmer, as if the window were decorated with frozen jewels.
Sylvia slowly opened her eyes. Her eyelids felt heavy not from fatigue, but from the biting chill of the morning air. Her body itself wasn't affected by the cold , her blood no longer flowed, her skin forever cool but something in her mind still connected this sight to the sensation of freezing.
She gazed at the frosted pane for a moment, then drew a small breath."So cold…" she murmured, even though she knew her body couldn't truly feel it.
