The morning frost covers the windows like curtains ,
the cold is biting at my toes as I jump out of my warm bed and onto the cold carpet.
The sun beams through the water drops on the window and brightens up the room with cold light.
I sneeze over and over but can’t stop, I wrap myself into my blanket and drag myself to the lounge.
I grab some toast and sit myself by the warm fire and bring my frozen hands to warmth.
The fog starts to lift from the ground like a hot air balloon.
The day starts to gets slightly warmer, it's warm enough to go enjoy the fresh winter morning air.
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