ALONE IN THE SNOW

The last candle went out and spilled darkness all about the room, and that was just fine with Bob.  He felt the deep cold all around him and knew that probably much sooner than later, he was going to freeze to death.  Right there in his own living room, wearing almost every article of clothing he owned and breathing in the ashes of all of his worldly possessions.  Weakly breathing, at that.  He lay there, sprawled on the floor before the dead fireplace staring at a ceiling that he couldn't see for the darkness.  Without the candles, and with weeks and weeks of snowfall pressed up against the windows he might as well have been a blind man at midnight.  Bob realized that the intense cold he'd been feeling for these many weeks now was fading, and knew that eventually he wouldn't be feeling anything at all.  With a supreme effort, Bob rolled his head to the side and stared into the darkness at the wall, and where he had painted his last will and testament of sorts.  It was too dark to see the words he had painted, but he whispered them aloud as he died, "take it."