This instantly reminded me of trying to do up laces with frozen hands. The way something so soft can feeling like it's cutting into your skin just whittles all the strength from me. Note to self: warm hands before doing laces. 

The cold morning air had left my hands numb, as they wearily fumbled through a wardrobe that hadn't quite got its affairs in order. I'm sure I looked a sight, grimacing against the sudden light betraying my sleepy eyes as they tried to retreat beneath lid and furrowed brow only to be pried open so I might wear clothes the right way around. My legs moved like through fog, failing to find purchase in the right hold making a temporary mermaid of me as I stuggled not to topple into an unforgiving floor.