𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰

The sound and smell of snow fills my senses. The cold creeps up my fingertips.

Strange, I don't recall ever touching snow before.

Back where I'm from, it just wasn't possible.

I lay back for a little while more, ignoring the slight tingling of my fingers. It takes a few minutes for me to realize that I was surrounded by woods. One can only see so much when lying on their back.

"Are you going to get up?"

I stay silent for a moment.

It's beyond me how I remain unfazed after hearing a stranger's voice. They shouldn't be here — whoever they are.

My hands scrape against the snow as I push myself into a sitting position. My eyes travel to my half buried legs. It seems that I've been here for longer than I thought.

"You've been asleep for some time," the voice, much closer now, says to me.

I turn to my right and see a boy crouching over me. His pale hands settle on his knees as he peers at my face, blocking out the light from the sky above. His dark, messy hair prevents me from seeing anything  above his nose. The rest of his face remains a blur.

"I wasn't sleeping," I blink.

"Your eyes were closed," He replies, "Does that not mean you were sleeping?"

I tilt my head, "Only sometimes,"

He stays silent, but moves his head away so that I can sit myself down. My gaze tears away from him and instead, I look at the snow I lay beneath. It doesn't take long before I reach out to take a handful of it in my hands.

Watching it crumble between my fingers, I ask, "What is snow supposed to feel like?"

"I wouldn't know," 

"It feels cold, right? I mean, it should feel cold," I mutter to myself as I rub a piece of snow into powder. I watch it sprinkle back into the floor, ","

I feel the boy stir in his position, "You don't feel cold entirely?"

"No, do you?" My head turns to face him. 

Despite being unable to see his face, I still feel his gaze on me somehow, "No." 

We both go silent as I take another batch of snow in my hands. This time, from the snow covering my legs. But things only got stranger once I uncovered my bare skin and realized that I had slept in with shorts that evening. 

Snow was supposed to be cold, right?

Frowning, I stand up and brush the remaining snow off my legs, both confused and thankful for the fact that I didn't feel the numbing cold that I was supposed to. I turn my head to glance at the boy. 

He had disappeared. My brows furrow.

"Wake up." 

Before I can turn my head, the snap of a finger startles me and causes my vision to go dark. 

The next thing I know, I'm seated on my bed with a thin blanket instead of snow over my legs.

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