riddled with chills

Glittering points that downward thrust,
Sparkling spears that never rust.
What is it?

An icicle, and I, Alyson Walker, believe I am becoming one. In fact, I’m turning blue – my fingers and toes in particular. I tried to use Rabbit the Second as a muffler for feet, but he was too discontent to sit still.

I wonder if they removed the bodies. I would hope so – I ended up taking their blankets with me. I hope they didn’t see that as rude. It slipped my mind, and when I finally remembered, there were too many cops to sneak by.

I’m guilty of my own crime – I drank all of the tea I made them.