Freakin' Hell!

I sit in a room. The walls dripping with liquid nitrogen. The drilling cold becoming a dull feeling on the surface of my skin.
The dull, dim light of the computer illuminating the small room I reside in, in wich flakes of dust hover and swirl with each breath I uselessly exhale.

With every breath that comes out of my mouth, I see it as a blue streak of steam. The cold robbing it of what little heat I have in my body.

My feet are now numb, obviously reacting to the cold. A usless tactic my body uses to tell me I in a deep puddly of shit and I dont have the shoes for it.

And then I wake up. In a bright sunny 34 degree day. I walk over to the wall and put down another tally on the wall.

The 34 th time I have this dream.