PLEASE HELP 10 POiNTS?

The air outside is bitter cold. I can feel the snow on its way. It looks fluffy and beautiful and tranquil, but looks can be deceiving. The hearth inside the old cottage is rough to the touch, but provides endless warmth and comfort. The soot smudges on my skin as I sweep up the dust from the bright and friendly fire. I look at it for a while and it burns my eyes. I can smell the broth from the soup simmering on the stove. I can almost sniff out each individual flavor of chicken, celery, carrots, as they are all becoming tender from the hot vat of liquid that is their bed. The branches outside start breaking from the weight of the snow that continues to fall. It is an eery, deadening sound that accompanies me as I try to fall into a warm yet restless slepp.