Embrace My Heart

Chapter 01

CHAPTER 01

I held on my coffee mug and looked at my fingers clamping hardly on it. It felt like yesterday. Smiles and laughter resounding in my head. Like if I stretch my hands to grab it, it might actually fall in my arms. Everything felt so warm and close to me yet so far. My head was turning into mess. I missed my family. I missed how we used to be. I missed every part of it. I raised the mug in my hand and took a sip. It was not just their mistake but mine too. I should have stopped them from everything and anything they did to me. I felt so shallow inside. I tried pushing away emotions that were swaying inside me but I kept on coming back to same point where everything was nothing but a mess.

*tong*

I heard the clock chime and looked over at the clock and exclaimed. The clock was going to hit three. I kept my mug aside and walked over to an easy chair by the window. It had a rug and a small pillow on it. I picked up the rug, adjusted the pillow and plopped down. It was stark dark outside. The only thing that was illuminating  and showing its presence was snow. I adjusted the rug on me since it felt very chilly. The weather was way too cold and my teeth were a proof of it. 'shivering-so-much-that-your-teeth-shatter-and-you-feel-like-hibernating-yourself' sort of cold. 

I decided to let go of my worries and enjoy the beautiful scene. I could see trees were partially covered with snow and that made it look scary. Since I could see the snow part but not the tree actually. Whereas, the snow on bushes looked cute. It seemed like small dwarfs were wearing white caps. What amazed me the most was, where were the sign boards? I had a sign board saying walk slowly but it was no where to be seen. I had no idea who gulped it down. The snow or the wind.

*Swoosh!*

I tucked the rug around me tightly. Though the wind was blowing outside, it gave me shivers every time it blew loudly. As I tried pulling the rug closer to me, a weird smell kept on increasing. I lowered my nose and sniffed the rug. "Eww!" I exclaimed. It was my fault. I just loved rugs over blankets since they felt warmer. The weather outside on other hand was getting duskier. Everything looked blurry. I let the rug slide down from me and got up from the chair. A good sleep was indeed necessary for me. Tomorrow was going to be the best day of my life if I don't mess up.

I picked up my coffee mug and wondered how much work is waiting for the workers. Mercy on the them who might clear the heaps of ice tomorrow morning. They are going to have a long day cleaning all the paths. From the age of seven, I seriously disliked winters. Every time I heard my mom saying, 'Baby winters are coming back', the first thing that came to my mind was disgust. My disgust wasn't towards winter but mostly towards my mom. Every day and night she used to run after me, carrying all sorts of warm itchy clothes known as sweaters. I don't know why but she was always so persistent regarding sweaters. According to her, sweaters and warm clothes avoided you from getting sick.

I don't get it. I used to wear all sorts of warm clothes she asked me to wear but still I used to end up with cold and fever. Then again, she was so forceful about medicines. I rolled my eyes as I cleaned my cup. I placed it on the shelf and walked towards the refrigerator. I remember keeping a pack of chocolate ice-cream in the chiller. That reminds me, my mother strictly used to refuse me and my sister, Ella, from having any sort of cold beverages and ice-creams. I opened the chiller and saw the delicious looking chocolate ice-cream. I let my finger go wild and scoop some part of it.

Before I could let my finger reach my tongue, I pushed it away and washed my hand. Even though my mom sounds strict and authorizing, she wasn't wrong. I couldn't afford getting ill. I, somehow, explained my heart to wait until tomorrow comes. I closed the door of my refrigerator and advanced towards my room. Though it's the best season to have your coffee, sitting near a window on a couch getting comfy with blankets and a romantic book along with hot chocolate and marshmallows, it was a big no for ice-creams.