by Minty Chinchilla
Ben couldnt explain it. His bedroom was always the coldest room in the house. No matter if the central heating was on: his room would still be cold. It was the worst in winter. The wind would whip around the corner of the house, howling as it rattled the windowpanes. What little heat was left in the room would seep out the glass, leaving Ben in a frigid space that called itself a bedroom. Ben wondered how cold his room could get before it started snowing.
Tonight was particularly nasty. Ben wore his warmest pajamas and took all the extra blankets in the house. He was wrapped up so completely that the only part of him that could be seen was his nose. There was faint static coming from inside the blankets; Ben was trying to distract himself from the cold with music played too loud for earphones. It wasnt working very well