Staying Warm: Genre Undetermined

Shifting the heating pads made different patches of her body warm, for a while. She tried to trick her mind into believing that it was the same as if she was warm all over, but she failed. As soon as she moved a heating pad, the empty spot chilled down. It took only a little bit before she started to lose feeling. She couldn't sleep; if she did, she knew she'd die. Instead, she spent delirious half-waking, half-sleeping hours shifting around the heating packs. Only the packs at her neck and her hands stayed the same--the arteries in the neck meant that that was the best place to spread warmth throughout the body, and, well, without the use of her hands she wouldn't be able to keep shifting the packs--

Inspiration: Maybe my own obsession with keeping warm is showing. Right now, I've got a cup of hot tea + heated slippers + a heat pad for my lap.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Nothing wrong with this little sketch--in fact it's kinda interesting--but it alone does not a story make.