Warmth

Warmth spread through my fingers, as I reached out towards the sun. I knew this would only be of short duration, so I stretched out my hand enjoying the rays, as they played upon my half gloved hand. I was so sick of the cold, so sick. But what can you do on a planet seemingly made of ice? The warmth was teasing, because I knew that even in the sun, I could freeze to death within minutes. It wasn't really warm; it was just warmer than usual.