ICY AFFAIR!

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NEW PROMPT:
Write a poem or story that begins:
Surprisingly, the shock of the icy snow beneath my body
didn’t prevent me from sliding down into unconsciousness.
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ICY AFFAIR!

Surprisingly, the shock of the icy snow beneath my body
didn’t prevent me from sliding down into unconsciousness.
As I slid, rag-doll-like into nowhere, my fleeting thought of recognition
at my predicament tapped out in halting staccato beats
the old maxim of "you'd better watch out what you ask for, 'cause
you just might get it!! And, you GOT IT after all" --that, referring
to my misplaced desire to have a cozy-old-fashioned Christmas
in the snow, easy to wish for, inspired by my favorite childhood books,
while sitting warmly-wrapped beside a roaring fireplace, indoors,
and sheltered from all natural elements of,
real life! I had, obviously, tilted back too far
in my safe, soft chair, and with a fearsome crash,
had fallen through my second-story picture window
like one of those cheap-toy-action figures
being cute! Only, I wasn't cute, nor hurt--just cold
and wet and mad. Not hurt; just stranded in
my frosty idyllic snow globe of a day, coffee cup (now empty)
still gaping up at me, unbroken, from
my lap! What a start to Christmas morning;
what an icy affair!!