“My eyes open slowly. Aching from the 12 hours of sleep I got.
The room is quiet, but it’s already 9 am. I turn over hoping to drift back off into unnecessary slumber but the sound of static outside beckons for my attention.
The door opens and my suspicions are confirmed by the voice of my mother telling me it’s snowing.
I throw the white down comforter off my body and immediately goosebumps travel up my legs and down my arms.
I stumble to the closest door and step outside.
My feet are bare and met with the light crunch that only a few minutes of icy rain had produced. I cross my arms to keep the warmth from exiting my torso and breathe in the chilly air.
Pebbles of frost are littered across the table and chairs we’ve never used.
And the soft sound of dense air and frozen rain comforts me once again.”