(So, I’m supposed to continue the story, I guess? Well, uh… Enjoy my truly horrid French writing talents.)
The man woke up abruptly from his sleep, dripping in sweat with his heart racing. ‘A dream.’ he thought, slightly grinning and shaking his head, thinking that it was all just a big nightmare. He slowly stretched his arms above his head and as he touched the wall, he felt a cold sensation in his fingers. He only then noticed that in his apartment was cold as if it had no walls to protect him from the cold snow from the ground outside.
He slipped right back under the covers, mumbling to himself that he only had thirty minutes until he had to leave for work…
(Okay so that wasn’t really a continuation, at least I don’t think so. But in any case, !Holy55 on IRC.)