Another Monday Morning

You jump away from the Zebra toward the cool breeze and land solidly on your two feet. You start to run, but as you go you begin to slow. You feel the cold air like ice creeping up your skin. It is ice; ice makes you move in slow motion untill you can move no more. You feel very, very, sleepy and calm. You fall asleep and see no more.

Your mother arrives the next day to find you in your bed. Your sheets are wet, as if a giant block of ice had been melting on top of them. The police investigate your death and determine you died of hypothermia. Sadly, they cannot seem to explain it.