Hello, friends, and welcome to Sleeptight Stories.

Libby is very annoyed at the cold.

She is walking home from the bus stop carrying way too much stuff when she slips and falls.

After arriving home and talking to Margarita, she realizes one of her mittens is missing.

Where could it be?

Margarita and the missing mitten.

This must be the coldest day ever recorded in the whole history of the earth.

Libby grumbled to herself as she trudged down the snow-covered sidewalk toward her house.

The snowdrifts piled higher and higher along the path, and each step felt like climbing a snowy mountain in moon boots.

Why couldn't we have moved somewhere warm, like a beach,

or anywhere without snow banks taller than me? Libby muttered,

clutching her art supplies and backpack tightly as another gust of icy wind smacked her in the face.

Her mom always said,

Stay positive when things get tough, it'll help you get through it.

But positive thinking felt nearly impossible when your eyelashes were frozen.

Your backpack weighed a million pounds, and your mittens were caked in ice.

I'm almost there. I'm almost there. Libby repeated under her breath.

Her voice muffled by her scarf.

But then, whoosh!

Her foot caught an invisible patch of ice,

and she toppled forward, landing face first in the snowbank.

For a moment, she lay there in stunned silence, half buried, and completely still.

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