Since you asked so nicely. Criticism is greatly appreciated. I'm not sure if this counts, because I only loosely followed the prompts.

Winter is cold. Winter takes.

I woke up, shivering. My barely-awake mind struggled to remember the dream I'd just had. It skirted around the edges of my memory, an echo of fear that slowly faded away into nothingness. I couldn't remember anything, however. Perhaps some things were best left forgotten.

I looked outside. It was snowing again.

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It was always a struggle to wake up in the mornings, especially since there didn't seem to be a reason to anymore.
What was the point of waking up in a dead world?
But I did. Day after day; so many that I'd lost track at some point.

Do not editlock. WIP

*throws tomatoes at CallMeFriend and Tot*