White lips
Pale face
Breathing in
Snowflakes
I can't remember a time that I didn't have the dream.
The snowflakes rushing all around me, crushing me yet caressing me. The force of the blizzard throwing me around as if I were a rag-doll. A force that seemed too strong to not cause destruction to all that it came into contact with. Then, just when I decide to give into the frosty flurries, everything goes still and a light appears in the distance of the forest.
I step toward it, but it never gets any closer. I press forward, I walk, my steps living imprints in the snow as I try to reach the light, but to no avail. When I finally stop, I see the girl. She has long, flowing black hair, lips coated with ice and her bare skin as white as the blanket of snow beneath my feet. She is wandering aimlessly through the blustering cold and then she sees me.
She screams and the blizzard becomes utter chaos again and I am ripped from my position and my back is tossed down into the deep fields of fresh white powder. Looking up at the dark sky, I lay silently as the layers of frost cover my entire body. Although, I never feel frightened, as I should. I feel comfort, I feel at peace; it feels like home.
Then I wake up from my dream soaked in a cold sweat, my teeth chattering and my skin nearly frostbitten. I never remember the girl's face, no matter how hard I try. I remember the paleness of her skin and the dark color of her hair. She is everything and nothing. She disappears into the corners of my mind and dances through my memories. She is here. She is gone.