myraniu
The hula-hoop span round and round her skinny waist. She had not eaten in weeks, months. The hoop span around once more and clattered to the ground. It did not spin around her ever again.
I have cabin fever. It all started the day I lost everything. Now I am forever trapped within these memories long gone. Forever trapped within this last place of warmth. There is no other place like it. Just here.
And here I shall forever be... awaiting the end of the eternal winter.