Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

soft fabric looking warm and inviting under the floor lamp. I tried to lift my feet onto it, but my ankles would not bend, the cold making my joints feel like rusty hinges.

A sharp pain shot up my calves, stiff and freezing. I could not get my feet high enough to rest on the cushion.

I stood up, holding the arm of the chair for balance.continue reading …