Today's OneWord: Rattle

I stayed under the covers and felt my breath rattle my ribs. It was cold out, too cold to get out of bed, and I felt like all of the warmth had been stolen from me in the night by some greedy, nameless phantom. The room was dark, and the sunlight glanced away from the window, leaving the glass frosty from the late winter morning. Yet I couldn't go back to sleep.