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As she climbed onto the sofa ready to go to sleep, the cold hit her legs and arms, her body temperature dropping fast. A incoherent mutter under her voice saying something like ‘damn it’ or ‘for gods sake’ escaped out of her mouth. She felt a little overwhelmed with cold as the autumn had come preternaturally. It took a little bit getting used to, the summer to autumn when Jack Frost took all the blackberries but she had done it many times before. 

Soon though, she got used to the cold leather and licked her chapped lips. This was also from the change of weather and her nose began to ran. Maybe at one point her nose felt like it was going to fall off. Who knows

The warm glow of the light above her head, lit up the dark room, making all objects visable and the nostalgic smell of her child hood came flooding back. For some reason she smelt ginger bread. Maybe it was her perfume. Who knows. 

She went to sleep. 

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