Thoughts of hypothermia.

I sat shivering in thin denim with the hood of my jacket pulled over my eyes. The concrete was like an ice block beneath me. The man across the street was walking his cream colored Pomeranian in his big maroon bathrobe, talking to it in that disgusting manner one would speak to a baby. Dogs can't understand people. Then again, people can't understand people, so what difference does it make? I let him speak to his ugly pet across the street, as I had other things on my mind. I wasn't sure what to do, and sat staring at my phone. I wanted to call again. But I knew no one would answer. I settled for ignoring the sting of my skin in the frozen weather, and watching my chattering breaths make clouds in front of my eyes. I cried until I thought my tears might freeze on my face. I quickly wiped them away at the thought.
I hope that man and his dog didn't hear me.
I wish you were here.