Dark Puppeteer

The snow falls in sheets outside, the roads are icy and dangerous to traverse to where people traverse too on dark, snowy nights. The thermostat in her small cozy apartment reads only 50, but it feels more like 100. She could feel sweat forming on the small of her back and a dampness under her arms and her inner thighs. She was face down with her head tilted to the bedroom window overlooking the bucolic view of her backyard, the white pristine snow blanketing her manicured garden. Sweat was beading on her forehead, her breaths coming in faster and faster as her chest worked against the pressure she was under. She had put herself in this situation, she had made a false call to a repairman for a broken furnace which led to her current state. The first outage had been an actual problem with an ignition switch or something, this time she had pulled a wire in the housing tempting a dark fate.