I stepped onto the van late that evening to find that no only did it have no heat but that it also now had no electricity, too. I considered hooking up the generator, but it was under the bed, and I had no light to find it nor read the directions on it. My phone died earlier that day, and I planned on plugging it in when I got to the van, so I couldn't even use that as a source of light.
I could not see anything. I moved around the van by touch and feel, while also shivering from the cold.
After depressingly shoving my face with cookies in the dark, I crawled into bed defeated. I attempted to fall asleep, but I couldn't. I was just too cold. I put on a sweater, a pullover sweatshirt, a zip-up sweatshirt, my winter jacket, a large scarf, and gloves. I then buried myself under blankets. This wildly layered outfit was still no match for the freezing temperatures inside the van. I could feel the cold air seeping through the double doors from the back of the van.
I decided to finally situate myself in the far corner of the bed and sat up, shivering, waiting for the sun to rise.