The twinkling white dots sparkle in the luminescence of the now unseeable sun. The white snow glistens in hazel brown eyes. The smell of the dewy, frosty grass seeping through the large window. Thin blades of grass getting their nutritious servings of water. The shadow of the frozen trampoline prints itself on the neighbouring house. The sounds of restless animals entertain my ears as I watch the outside world. The stillness catches my eyes wherever I stare. My breath fogging up the clear crisp windows. Fingertips touching, feeling the smoothness of the window against my raw flesh. A pig, drawn out of my finger onto the window. The icy feeling rushing through my body, my blanket not helping the now chilliness of my insides. I climb back into my cloud of soft, comfortable heaven, hibernating for the rest of this dim frosty time.

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