Ice

The rain dripped steadily outside. She liked to leave the window open to smell the fresh air but the cold was getting to her. She snuggled deeper into the blankets a strange lassitude stealing over. There was no more warmth. Her breath hung in the air before her eyes. Her body no longer in her control, veins thickening to ice her frozen eyes reflected back his image. "Live," said Death. "For I am coming." The words of Virgil floated through her head as she realized that she had not.