In which it snows and I am filled with joy

A soft melody floats down gently from the floor above. It tugs gently at the sleeping form, drifting into her head. She smiles in her sleep, if you can call it that. The moment right before you wake, for a spilt second, two realities coincide, and you’re caught in a breathless, lifeless, quiet, peaceful, stillness. That is where she lay suspended…

Until the melody pierced through her, causing her eyes to lift open and behold the wonders of her ceiling. Another smile plays sleepily across her lips as she stretches and then snuggles further the warmth of her comforter. Happily she checks the time then the news and lastly her texts.

“IT’S SNOWING”

She laughs softly, sure that it’s a joke. Even when she receives yet another text, her brain is a bit too hazy to truly understand what’s going on. Mustering up her strength she crawls to the edge of her top bunk bed and slides down the bed. The floor is not so inviting as her warm bed had been. She shivers, her entire body quickly shriveling up with cold. She stumbles her way over to the closet and slips into a warm sweatshirt. Pushing the mess of hair out of her eyes she makes her way to the window and lifts the shades

A gasp

As she beholds the glorious scene before her. Snow dances merrily about, whirling and twirling against the faces of the stragglers that race back to their dorms. The girl’s heart is instantly warmed and filled with unspeakable joy. Squealing in delight, she tears through her drawers to find a warm sweater. Then grabbing her jacket and throwing on her rain boots, she races out the door, crashing into the world outside. She practically runs around lake bob, laughing at the scene before her. Stopping for a few minutes to take in God’s glorious creation. An idea creeps into her head.

Her hands are beginning to freeze, her hair is sticking her face, and yet she has just enough strength to throw one well-aimed snowball at a friend’s window. Pleasantries are exchanged. Taunts are thrown in the upward direction, as the girl strains her head to look into the window. After the conversation has been resolved with merriment, the girl scampers back to her room, grabs her computer and then runs to the lounge. After being startled by Joe Jonas, she laughs and drops in her little chair in the corner.

And writes