it's pretty chilly in here

Snow is falling, and as I watch the cold, fluffy whiteness consume trees, ground, and world, I can’t think of anything but the cozy warmth that you hear about in Christmas songs. A blazing fire, flickering red, orange, and sometimes blue, slowly but relentlessly devouring the wood pile. Hot chocolate, dispatching tendrils of mist into the air above it, radiating waves of heat through my chilly fingers, leaving a film of chocolate-y particles on the bottom of my mug. An inviting wool blanket swallowing up my entire body, opened just enough for a book to poke through, covering my toes and spilling over the couch. Radiators singing their happy, hissy songs. The oven door left open a crack, spreading cheery warmth through the kitchen. Flannel sheets and layers of covers, screaming to be crawled under and seeming to harness all of the coziness in the entire world in one twin bed.

But I’m sitting here in the office doing homework. Or, rather, not doing homework. It's pretty chilly in here. And thinking about this just makes me feel colder.