For some reason, lying in an igloo with white sounds around me
(which are far different than "white noise")
sounds very appealing.
Snuggled into about 300 pounds of polar bear skins, hides tanned.
glossy white fur against smooth white skin.
a fur hate pulled low over my eyes.
No thinking--too cold outside.
Too warm and silent inside.
Through the thick ice brick walls, a wolf's cry finds its muffled way to my ears.