The soft morning sun cutting through the thick Forks cloud cover wakes you on Monday morning, casting little specks of dust through the air as they catch in the light of your window. At first, you feel a moment of peace- serenity. A feeling of bliss still lingers in your chest. Your mind plays catch-up with your body as you awaken, stretching out your limbs all the way down to your fingers and toes underneath your gray covers while your body enjoys one last moment in the warmth of your bed before you need to get up for the day.
Suddenly, you find your muscles tense and you shoot up to an upright position in bed, looking across your room and out the window at the ground outside- a glistening layer of white snow covers the ground. Like a child on Christmas morning, you fling yourself to your feet- feeling a wave of dizziness as you stand too quickly- and run down your slippery wooden stairs to the sliding glass backdoor, freezing in its frame.
The snow is unlike anything you'd ever seen before back home- it drapes on top of the ground like a soft, untouched blanket that stretches as far as you can see. As you stretch up on your tiptoes, you notice the way the light catches on it while you shift your weight, making it almost twinkle in the morning sun. You realize that this is likely how it feels to be from inland states seeing the ocean for the first time.
A soft gasp escapes your lips as you stare in awe, slipping your feet into your slippers and opening up the sliding glass door without thinking. A wave of- literally- freezing cold air gushes into your house, the fresh air filling your lungs as you cautiously take a step outside onto your snow-covered porch. The snow makes a soft crunch noise under the sole of your slipper as your slipper sinks into its step.
While holding on to the edge of the door, you cautiously bend down to stick your hand into the snow, feeling it immediately send a cold tingle over your skin as you pick up a handful. You run your thumb over the snow, giggling involuntarily as you realize how ridiculous you must look right now and feeling thankful you have no neighbors nearby.
As you examine the melting snow in your hand, you get a closer look at all of the clumps of snowflakes jutting out from the handful's edges. The sight of the individual snowflakes brings back memories of the night before- snow quietly falling around you for the first time, the way it reflected in the light, and ultimately you remember the way it felt when the snow surrounded you as Charlie had first pulled you in.
The memory of his unexpected kiss sends a shiver throughout your chest, and you space out for a moment in shock of the memory, questioning if it was real as the cold snow continues to melt in your hand.
You drop the handful of snow with a shiver, realizing how cold it is outside and stepping backwards into your cabin. As you close the door behind you, you can't help but find your memory locked on the feelings you'd experienced last night with Charlie. You remember how safe you felt with him, his smell, his warmth, and the way his embrace felt against your body when your lips had met.
The cold temperature of your fingers counters with the warmth of your lips as you raise your hand to graze your bottom lip, remembering how Charlie tasted on your mouth.
After pondering for long enough, you bring yourself to snap back into reality.
A quick peek out front confirms that the roads have already been plowed, just in time for you to head to the cafe. For some reason, you feel anxious today. You've got no reason to worry about anyone having seen your moment with Charlie last night, nor do you know if you'll see him again today, but you still put in that little extra bit of effort that you've been putting in these last few days.
Cora's already started prepping for the day by the time you make your late arrival. She gives you the same smile as always, continuing to work with customers as you enter the cafe and begin putting your things down. You feel thankful that she's distracted enough with the morning preparations to allow you the time to try and get yourself back to feeling normal again.
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