::feeling a chill::
There is a chill on my skin, diving deep to the bone. It permeates, tingling down my torso, my limbs, now each finger and toe. It is a doubting chill, one that comes from an uncertainty of what is occurring within my brain, thoughts stemmed from thoughts stemmed from smiles and crinkling blue eyes. Tiny fluttering heartbeats so reminiscent and yet so far away, deadened by this chill yet prickling at the tiny electric current that surges underneath, pausing at my lips and my cheeks and causing my to flush despite the cold that fills me; flush and burn for the smiles and the touch of those hands that I can only imagine.