An Unearthly Adventure

The Next Day

2.

Snow fell upon the ground, it began to form a thin light cover and then the fall became heavy. Time passed; soon enough the layer was three inches thick and that delightful unwalken on snow had arrived. I can see myself now, running out of my house with my red bobbled hat fastened securely on and my rainbow scarf wrapped around my neck. I take my first step out and I have the strange feeling I am Neil Armstrong taking that first step onto unchartered territory. I make a footprint on my step and make a second one as I reach the end, these steps were once red and now they are white. I twirl round and fall carefully onto my front garden, back down and begin to motion my arms and legs outwards and inwards. My cheeks are rosy red now and the cold completely engulfs me. This is truly heaven. I am making a snow angel. This feels so wonderful. I am happy. Happy.

Felicity woke from a dreamful sleep with a smile spread across her face. It had felt so real and maybe that was partly because the dream was what reality would hold in the day to come. Excitement pulsed through her veins, it filled her arms and her legs, leaving her jumpy and on edge. She sprung out of her bed like somebody had pressed an eject button on her mattress. It didn't even occur to her to take a peek out her window to double check, maybe it was her undying faith in the BBC weather man or she was taking her realistic dream as some kind of prediction of the future. More than anything it may have just been the sheer elation she felt knowing that the snow was lying outside. Either way there wasn't any time to waste, she grabbed the pair of washed out jeans she'd hung out the night before and tried hard to control her legs as she put her right leg through the right hole and did the same with her left leg going through the left hole. She nearly fell over as she reached for her bra and her pink sweater; she hadn't even pulled up her jeans and buttoned them yet. Somehow she managed to regain her balance and fastened her bra on securely then, proceeded to pull her woolly pink jumper over her head. She found a pair of socks and rammed them on her feet within two seconds and committed the same offense with her vibrant coloured wellies. Suddenly she was downstairs and searching around for the keys frantically. She was out of breath now and searching high and low for any sign of the front door keys. An absurd noise exhaled from her mouth as she fell to the ground: she'd tripped over a toy that had been left in the middle of the floor, probably one of her nieces.

"Fucking toys!" She protested, picking up the weird shaped, colourful contraption and turning it around staring blankly at it caught in some kind of dwam*; forgetting for a moment about the snow and the fact she needed to find the keys to open the door. An abrupt knock followed by another on the glass section of the front door made her head snap up and she was back to reality. Literally two seconds after the first two knocks came the sequence of another two knocks and a dramatic voice sounded outside the door.

"Oh Felicity, come out, come out wherever you are," It was the bold, sarcastic Carrie.

"I'm coming. Hold your horses" Felicity headed for the door, as she reached it and went to pull the handle open she realised it was locked. She had been looking for the keys so that she could open the door and go make snow angels in the snow.

"Or I'll huff and I'll puff," Carrie continued, her head was right up at the glass now, her fists resting against the wood of the door, just above her head.

"I'm just," Felicity began, searching her Dad's pockets in hope of finding them, "Trying to find the keys."

"I'll blow your house down." Carrie finished, her tone had changed from dramatic to complete monotone.

"I'd like to see you try!" Felicity replied, she was on the left pocket now and behind his wallet she felt the jagged edges of a pair of keys, they jingled as she gripped them tightly and pulled them out.

"Gottcha!" She grinned, her teeth shining against the blinding sunlight that streamed through the door. That sun better not melt the snow, she thought to herself.