Reporting From Fort Warm

I have lost all control.  There is an iron blanket of bitter cold laying atop my world and I can’t move it.  It also brought its ravishingly beautiful daughter Snow, to aesthetically soften the blow, but the bitter keeps me admiring her from inside my window panes.  I am up against them and want to tap out but these two ain’t having it.  They have me in a cold half nelson and keep whispering they ain’t letting go for several more days. The good news is my solitary confinement comes with my lover, paid heat bill, plenty of food, art supplies to keep going, and my dog.  Reporting from Fort Warm, I have lost all control, but maintaining.