Winter takes the latest version of me.

I snuggled up and found a nice spot to fight it out.

I feel the cold enter in through my veins despite my crouched position.

The cold finds me. It threatens to pull me under. I fight at first with an enemy I can't see. No! Not now! So much still to be done!

But then I stop resisting. Something tells me this is the way and there is nothing to resist.

I feel my breathe cool as it slows down. I see my breath come slower and more labored than before.

I feel death upon me. She is grabbing at my life force and slowly draining it away.

I am not scared because she tells me my next version is ready to be born in spring.

I have a brief thought of spring and then as quickly as it came to me the thought is gone. I have no more thoughts.

My body is fading. My heart is barely beating.

Death is here.

Winter has taken another.

It is time. This version of me has been waiting to fall away.