I detected a tentative and shaky movement in my vicinity. A person was approaching, seeking warmth amidst the encroaching frigid temperatures.
And their breath, released in brief, shaky intakes, clouded the air between us as the man embraced me for a bit.
Each of their objectives was readily apparent.
"Don't touch me!" I kicked the man who was in his middle years away from me.
Despite his harsh expression, the cold had frozen him to the point of immobility. They huddled together for warmth, but I ignored them, staying in my corner, alone.
I was able to make out a number of folks who had fallen asleep via the dim neon illumination that emanated from the cold air vent. And I suddenly realized that my lack of sleep could potentially be a blessing, at least in this specific situation.
Despite the freezing moisture on the apples surrounding us, I managed to maintain a clear mind. The only sensation I was able to perceive was the numbness in my limbs, which was a more distant sensation t
