The room is pitch black. You breathe unevenly, caught in a light sleep that you can't seem to deepen.
Suddenly, a harsh white light cuts through to your right.
It disappears only to reappear a second later.
This happens a few times, enough times that you finally flip over, mumbling, and reach towards it.
The light seems to come from your phone. With a heavy hand, you pick it up. Your tired, half-awake eyes struggle to make out what you see on the screen.
Surprisingly, you see that you have no new notifications.
[[Go back to sleep]]
[[Open your phone]]
//It's too late for this//, you think to yourself.
Muttering under your breath a short burst of curse-words, you place your phone back down on the night table, this time face down.
You flip back over, plopping your head onto your flattened pillow with a sigh.
Sleep doesn't come easy.
But when it does, you're knocked out cold.You shake your head, with some groggy belief that it will help clear your head enough to understand what's going on.
With your thumb, you pull on the white bar at the bottom of your phone's screen, unlocking it with your passcode after several failed attempts to get it to recognize your face.
Unsurprisingly, no new notifications show on any of your apps.
You flip through the rest of them, then flip back to the main screen.
[[Go back to sleep]]
[[Look further]]You're not really sure what you're looking for, but you decide to spend a little longer searching on your phone.
Before you're able to choose which app to open, something strange happens.
A single snowflake falls, actually falls, out of your phone. It lands on your hand, icy cold.
Then another. And another.
Bit by bit, a small mound of snow starts to pile on your bed, instantly soaking through your sheet.
[[Poke the snow]]Carefully, you stick out your finger and poke at the pile of white.
Your fingertip instantly cools. The snow feels crisp, fresh.
Picking up a pinch between your index finger and thumb, you roll the snow into a tiny ball, watching in awe as more and more pours out of your phone.
[[Find where it's coming from]]
[[Go back to sleep]]
You swipe through your apps again, curiously hoping that you can find out where the snow is coming from.
Of course, logically and naturally you usually wouldn't be wondering where snow is coming from your phone.
Then again, you've never had snow come out of your phone before to begin with.
It's safe to say you're in uncharted territories here.
You finally get to the last page of your apps, which is blank save for a single icon.
A white snowflake on a blue background.
[[Tap the icon]]You tap the icon.
Your screen turns completely white. Instantly, a huge rush of snow pours out from the screen, burying your other hand that sits laying on your bed.
You shake the snow off, cursing as more and more starts to appear.
Before long, the snow is falling off your bed, creating another pile, this time much more substantial.
Panicking, you try to close the app, but it won't close.
No matter what you try, more and more snow comes out.
[[Turn off your phone]]
You quickly turn off your phone, hoping it'll shut off the snow as well.
Unfortunately, the only thing this seems to have done is turn your screen black.
The chilled feeling of the wet spot on your sheets is quite unpleasant, as is the mounting snow that you can't avoid stepping both feet into, as you swing yourself over your bed and try to get up.
Your feet sink into the snow that instantly bites back.
You take a giant step forward, away from the pile, and rub whatever snow you can off the bottom of your feet.
They're still ice cold for a moment, though.
[[Throw your phone]]Sure, trying to break your phone isn't the best idea.
Given the fact that, well, you still need it for just about everything.
Curse your phone addiction. And curse the fact that technology has taken over your life so much.
But, then again, the only other option is to let your entire room, then entire house, be flooded with snow.
Buried under an artificially made avalanche until you get crushed/get frostbite, then hypothermia, then die doesn't sound like the way you want to go, after all.
And so, you chuck your phone as hard as you can across the room.
You hope, pray, it'll crash into the wall.
[[Watch it soar]]You watch as your phone soars through the air, then crashes with a heavy thud against the wall.
The screen glitches for a moment, bright and colorful, grainy light threaded in the new cracks now covering the screen, before it shuts off again.
You stand for a moment, completly still.
[[Go to sleep]]
[[Check on your phone]]Enough is enough.
You're not really sure if going to sleep is the smartest idea, given that you have no idea whether the app stopped working or if you'll wake up burred in snow.
But your heavy limbs and fogged-up brain seem to win out in the end. You need sleep.
You carefully step as best you can over the snow and climb back into bed.
Pulling the covers tight under your chin, you finally fall asleep, in seconds. Cautiously, you walk over to your phone, careful to not step in any snow you can see.
You reach down and pick it up and tap its screen.
You almost immediately cut your hand on the now deeply cracked glass.
//Fuck //, you blurt out in pain, loud in the stiffled quiet of your room.
A small drop of blood beads out of your fingertip. It lands on the screen in a perfect, tiny circle.
You wipe it away with another finger.
Not the smartest move, given the fact that this simply smears the blood.
[[Wipe the blood away with your sleeve]]
Taking your sleeve, you wipe the blood away as best you can.
Your sleeve instantly soaks. This shouldn't be too surprising, given the fact that snow was pouring out of it mere minutes ago. And yet, it still is.
When you're finally done, you realize that no more snow is coming out.
You let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding, then slowly make your way back to your bed.
You're not sure what the lesson of all of this was.
Nor why this happened to begin with, to be completely honest.
All you know is that you're grateful that it's finally over.
You can now go get some rest.
[[Get in bed]]You carefully step as best you can over the snow, and climb back into bed.
Pulling the covers tight under your chin, you finally fall asleep, in seconds.
↶↷The room is pitch black. You breathe unevenly, caught in a light sleep that you can't seem to deepen.
Suddenly, a harsh white light cuts through to your right.
It disappears only to reappear a second later.
This happens a few times, enough times that you finally flip over, mumbling, and reach towards it.
The light seems to come from your phone. With a heavy hand, you pick it up. Your tired, half-awake eyes struggle to make out what you see on the screen.
Surprisingly, you see that you have no new notifications.
Go back to sleep
Open your phone