How odd…

This is not my face. 

I do not have bags under my eyes. I do not have a sunken face. I do not have colorless features. I do have chapped lips.

It has been snowing on my house for days. At first it was a light frost, I could get to work on time, interact with friends, and be myself.

Then frost transformed to inches. I’m late to work, I skip my friend’s party because of the snow—less driving.

Inches to feet. I’m tired of shoveling—it's best to stay home, in my bed where it's warm. Calls and texts from friends but they have no snow, only me. 

The snow trapped me in. The power went out, no showering and no cooking. I stay in bed. I glance at the mirror, however, that's not my face.

I need help. I need help shoveling my snow.