Writing Exercises: Keep Moving

I huddled in the doorway, pulling my legs to my chest and my hoodie down over them. I shivered from the cold and the damp from the rain pouring from the sky. It never stopped raining; it made it hard to stay dry and even harder to sleep. My breath froze into crystals as it escaped my mouth. I should have gone to the shelter, but they always asked too many questions; they always wanted to know the details of your life, and I didn't feel like opening up to complete strangers and then attending ...