Zach woke shivering.
He looked at his clock: 4.45am. Temperature –1.
Zach leapt from the bed and threw on whatever clothes he had handy. “Minus One!?”
He remembered it being swelteringly hot last night as he lay on top of the bed.
He looked out of the window. Snow was falling.
Settling.
The garden shed was almost totally covered; the garden invisible.
The eerie silence hardly broken by the gentle tinkle of snowflakes finding their resting places.
“Global Warming…?” he questioned whilst watching this summer snow settle. He wrapped himself in his duvet.
“ I must be dreaming…?” he pondered.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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