Lost

To my surprise I wake up to no birds, not even a crow. The only sound I can hear is the trees brushing against each other. I look out my window to ice, snow and frosted abandoned cars. Have I been kidnapped into another generation?

The place that lay before my eyes the night before when I placed my head on my soft stained pillow for my nights rest, was warm, populated, ice-cream trucks and friendly people that would bake you cookies; What happened in 7 hours? Where is my family? Why on my 14th birthday? I say to myself "Alison, blink. This is just a dream!"