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I awake to find the room positively freezing. I pull the covers closer to me, wrapping them around my bare shoulders. I roll over and look up at my window; something isn't right. I reach up and touch the frosted glass. It's cold to touch. I lift myself up and wipe away some of the fog covering the pane. Outside, white flecks slowly fall to the ground, covering it in a blanket of white.
I hear a door slam down the hall and the rushed sound of running footsteps. "Ven," a voice says, accompanied with a rapid knock, "did you see it?"
I wrap the blanket tighter around me and pull open the door. The smiling bluenette looks down at me. She's wearing a grey three/fourth sleeve sweater, a light blue scarf, black pants, and fuzzy white, mid-calf boots. "See what?" I say, still trying to wake up.
"The snow, silly," she says. Aqua's really too much of a morning person; where does she find the e