Marisa's teeth chatters, trying to endure the cold.
The soil covering the bottom of the box is mixed with fine sand, and every slight movement causes Marisa's butt to hurt.
Marisa's injured butt continues to shake, hoping for morning to come.As the sun sets, night has come. Marisa is burying her head at the corner and shivering.
Unlike inside the house, the thin, cold air outside is freezing its paste.