Oh Dog, you Sleuth!

Last night when I was trying to fall asleep, I could feel these cold need pricks across my face and hand and arm. When I touched my face there was nothing there, which really freaked me out. So I’d toss and turn, but if I moved back to where I was lying, I’d feel it again. Then I touched my pillow and realized it was freezing and wet. This has happened before but I guess this time I had the sense to sit up and climb to the tiny window above my bed. It was closed, but it was sleeting ice pretty hard and the wind was really blowing and apparently it was blowing some of it through the tiny crack where the window touches the frame. I was so glad that I wasn’t having a stroke, that I didn’t mind having to search around in the dark for a bunch of paper and tape to try to block off all the snow that was falling on my head.