A Drabble - "The Cold"

So here's a drabble that I have written earlier this year in March. It's based on my experience. Simple and short, nothing special.

The Cold

The cold spread through the surface of my warm lips.

I exhaled in content as the cold calmed me. Yearning for more, I leaned forward and pressed my lips harder onto the cold.

In this humid night, this was all I need.

The cold grew hard and chilly, and my eyelids fluttered open.

My lips were against the concrete floor.