ice and down comforters

I slept well last night in my warm little cocoon, my feather bed cradling me, my two down comforters protecting me from the cold. Outside the ice built up on the tree limbs and created a thick plating that covered my car.
I woke at 7 a.m. and called my voicemail at work. I had a message from my boss. Yay! She's going to say the weather's bad; don't come to work today. My smile faded. "Take your time, but work starts at 9," she said.
I pulled on the handle to my car door. Nothing. Frozen shut. I tried the other three—nothing. I chipped and scraped but it wouldn't budge. On to Plan B.
I poured a cup full of water along the edge of the door. The car finally relented and opened to me. Defrost on. Heater on.
I began scraping a half an hour later. Easy, quick work, though I forgot my side mirrors.