As I ran into the old, broken wardrobe. I saw how mistreated it was. I could see a bright shining light out tiny hole. I ran my hand along the dark chocolate brown sides, and went to so the same to the back; but there wasn't one. In its place was a blanket of cold, wet snow as far as the eye could see.
As I took my first steps in this wonderful looking place; I could hear the crunching of my feet as I walked, and I could hear the rustling of near by bushes.
I ventured further into this magnificent place, I found a black Victorian lamppost; which stood out on the white snow. The orange glow shone brightly from the top and spread light across the ground; this made me feel warm even though it was ice cold.