Down by the Meadow

By legs slowly fall into the cold water. My eyes close as I'm breathing in the fresh air. Winds blow against my pink cheeks and a smile creeps on my dry lips. As I'm looking around the meadow, something inside of me wants to run back home. I feel like I am not alone. Turning my head little by little, a shadow forms in the distance. It's a woman dressed in a dark, red coat. She slowly walks up to me with a smile on her face. "Little girl. Why are you down by the meadow?" she whispers to me. "Small girls like you don't belong here." She smirks and rubs her fingers on my cheeks. "It's getting quite chilly don't you think? Why don't you come in and have some fresh hot cocoa? Sounds delightful, huh?" My eyes dart to the back of my house. As soon as I gather my ideas to run, she grabs my shoulders and bites my neck.