[ CW ] Write a story that lives and dies in a ten seconds time span

Light... sun... warmth. I can feel every iota of my being starting to move. Down to my very molecules are freeing up, being more active. 
 
 I can, I can pull myself together now, bead up and build up and be free. I'm mobile. I start to slip thoigh. I'm mobile but only downward. I cling to the surface. The surface that's the same as me but so different. I hold it so tight but it ca n't stop by downward slide. 
 
 The sun is starting to be less warm, a cloud is passing. And I can see the end of my host, drawing ever nearer. It's getting colder again, I feel more and more exposed as I reach the end of my home and suddenly stop. I'm hanging on by just a few atoms. 
 
 It's so cold again, and I'm slowing down inside as well. Every part of me freezing bit by bit. And finally, I am one again with the icicle, growing the reach of my host, a drop of water no more.
