I shiver as I realised how cold it is out side. I take in another glup of air. Rise, fall. It leaves me like a bird flying out of its mothers nest, ready to finally meet the world. I can feel a wish of air flip my hair into small waves of curdled lines, as the sea going in and out, swishing all around. I take in another, like a pattern of zigzag breathing. As I walk forward into the snowy canopie, I see litte white snowflakes that seem to be in the shapes of small ballerinas. Twirling in a clean movement. It's sharp tiped tap shoes balance on my nose. I giggle as It twirls around on my nose. Hoping of, it stretches it's hand to me. My heart beats louder and louder, like it's offering me a new hope. I grasp it's tiny hand, it feels like a dolls hand, but it still feels like a sharp edged peace of paper. It leads me over to its white garden full of tall trees shaped liked bushes shaped caslets in a garden. I could stay in this blissful ball room forever. I take a breath. Rise. Fall. This peace, this balance, is more than I could ever imagin. The snowflakes dance around my checks, but the one I followed is now as big as me, her eyes are shaped as big as the moons grip on a bat. Her dress is as sharp as a paper cut on skin, but her face is as smooth and warm as a dog's fur. I can now see a hallway of gleaming flowers, my breathing is slowly dropping, but my heart seems to be at peace. This ballerina, no. This angle, is showing me the way. It looks into my eyes, my tired, tired, eyes. It's moving closer and closer into my face, for a blossoming kiss of unique and understanding love. Rise. Fall. Rise. Then I wake up. To only live into this word again.
