The Warm Side of Winter

Part 2

Part 2

I turned in my sleep, pulling my futon up, over my body and trying desperately to conceal as much heat as I could in the little cocoon I had created out of my blankets. Another stupid thing about winter, it was so cold at night!

I tried to fall asleep again, but the cold kept biting at my arms. Calling, taunting me to wake up until I could no longer take it. Groaning, I slid out of my bed and went to turn up the heating. I wasn’t supposed to. My dad didn’t like it when we used unnecessary power, but I was too damn cold to care.

I sent a fleeting glance at my alarm clock. 4:30AM. Gosh it’s early!

Thunk

Schloooop

I whipped my head around. Hearing a disturbing sound.

“Is…is anyone there?”

No answer.

I sat in silence for a while before realizing that it was all probably a dream. Besides it’s freaking 4:30! Not even my brothers got up this early! I laughed slightly at my foolishness before climbing back into my bed.

Thunk

Schloooop

This time there was no mistaking it. Something or someone was definitely making that noise. I sprung out of my bed and cautiously began searching my room for the source of the sound.

Thunk

Schloooop

The window. Slowly, I crept towards it. My feet padding silently against my lime green carpet.

Quietly, oh so quietly, I inched towards the window. Lifting myself up slightly so I could peek through it.

Thunk

“AAAAARGH!!!!”

Schloooop

 I screamed as a shape suddenly flew through the air, directly towards my face and splat onto the window before slowly sliding off. After catching my breath, I looked up to realize. A snowball?

Angrily I yanked open my window,

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!? You nearly gave my a heart attack!”

“I told you to be ready to go bright and early. Nice jammies by the way.”

The assaulter snickered and I looked down in horror to find Ethan staring up at me. A cheeky glint in his eyes. A flood of emotions ran through me: Anger, horror and then mortification as I realized I was standing there wearing my rainbow footie pajamas (what? They’re warm). I decided to brush off his comment and play it cool as instead I continued to fume at him,

“Well excuse me! How was I supposed to know that some lunatic would try to wake me up at 4:30 by making psycho-killer noises on my window!”

Ethan laughed again,

“Just get down here. It’s getting cold.”

“Pfft. As if!”

Even so, I quickly changed and tugged on my coat. Well…as quickly as you can with what seemed like 87 layers! First I had to yank on my ski leggings and undershirt, then I pulled some beige corduroys on and a black turtleneck before finally pulling on my sheep sweater. Before you ask, no it is not made of an assortment of sheep that have been stuck to a piece of fabric, I just call it that because it’s warm, fluffy and white. Giving me the slight appearance of a blond haired, grey eyed sheep.