The Mockery of SnowShe tucked her long hair behind her ear and stood there just looking at the closed door in front of her shivering frigid feet. She wiggled her toes and patted down her bare skin covered by a layer of cotton. Glancing behind her, she registered the glow from the fireplace and looked back at the door, shivering cold.More Like This
Before she could understand where she going, the door opened and her feet carried her outside. Her bare feet melted the bits of snow covering the grass. With each step, the snow became thicker, and the grass further below. She inched forward and snow submersed her. She was swimming in white.
The heat radiating from the snow gave her the sudden desire to detach herself from the clothing weighing her down and heating her up, but she didn't dare. She swam and swam, without a concern for anything in the world. She didn't breathe, she didn't freeze, she just tumbled along in the current of the white snow.
The pure delicate snowflakes burned her eyes and she almost remembered to c