I could slowly start to feel myself again; my legs, arms, face, it was all coming back to me. I focused on breathing for a little while, waiting for everything to recover. It slowly came back in a horizontal wave. First my head and face, then my neck, then my shoulders, then my arms. When I could feel my toes, I breathed in relief. Now was the hard part, opening my eyes. I mentally prepared myself for a second, and tried to lift my eyelids. It wasn't long before I noticed I was failing. Something crusted over my eyelids prevented me from opening them, like one has when they've had a very deep sleep. I tried three more times, and failed every attempt.
Third time's the charm, my skinny white ass, I thought to myself. I tried once more, and felt a few of my eyelashes erupting from their stumps. But nonetheless, they opened. I couldn't see anything for a few minutes; my eyes had not adjusted to the light. After a few moments of intense squinting, I could open my eyes fully. I found myself in almost, what seemed to be, a white room. It wasn't long; however, when I realized it was actually four brick walls covered in snow.
I looked down at my body, only to see a blanket of white. I was covered up to my collar bones in snow. I turned my head, looking at my surroundings. This "room" had no ceiling, just four walls. And it had a single door, which was hanging onto the wall for dear life by its lowest hinge. The door, also covered in snow, was leaning into the room, seeming as if it wanted to fall completely over, but the rusted hinge desperately held on. After gathering the knowledge I could of my new landscape, it was time to move.
The first thing I did was wiggle my toes. I figured they had been buried in snow the longest, and making sure they could still move was reassuring to me. Finding everything to be alright with my digits, I shifted my legs, which resulted in a mini snow avalanche. After straightening my legs, I moved my arms next. I cranked my elbow a few times just to make sure it still worked, and twisted my wrists in a circular motion (not at the same time, of course. That'd make me look stupid). I didn't bother moving my torso; I knew I could move without it for now. I pulled my feet in close, making the bottoms touch the "ground". I steadied my right hand on the wall I had been leaning up against, and tried standing up.
Of course the first several attempts failed, I had been half buried in snow for only God knows how long, but I had to keep trying. When I could finally stand on my feet, I became dizzy and fell down again. This, at the time, deemed to be very irritating. This went on for quite a while, and each defeat took a blow at my self-esteem, but finally I could stand. I gave myself a little while to get used to being up so high, since I had spent probably a great amount of time sitting on a floor. When I knew I wouldn't fall over any more, I took my first step towards the door. I had to half walk-half crawl towards it partly because of the mound of snow and partly because I wasn't quite used to walking yet. I had that feeling a person gets when they've been sitting in the same position in a car for two hours, except imagine that same person being seated in ice.
Taking my time getting to the door, I noticed there was no change in pattern of the snow. Everything looked so… untouched. Like a perfect level blanket. There were some small mounds in the room, probably from something under it, but I wasn't about to go searching through the snow to see what I could find. After all, I had been left here. Who knows what kinds of gruesome things were just under the surface of all this frozen vapor? When I reached the door, I struggled to climb over it. Eventually I came to the decision of sliding down the snow on the door's back.
When I was outside the "room", I was surprised at my surroundings. Everything was white. There were no trees, no houses, no roads, no sign of life whatsoever. Just snow, all the way to the horizon. At this point, I had absolutely no idea where I was. I had no idea what had happened to me at all. Hell, I couldn't even remember my own name. And I didn't know how I would even attempt to escape this snow wonderland. But I knew if I stayed where I was, I would either die from starvation, dehydration, hypothermia, or a nasty combination of the three. And I didn't even want to start on whatever could be waiting to devour me whole. So I took a deep breath, lifted my left leg up high above the snow, and walked. Well, more like stumbled, but you get the idea.