Snow
The first time Hatter saw snow, he'd been in her world two months.
It was early and Alice was happily curled up in bed, having the best dream of shopping and finding everything she wanted on sale. Her slumber was rudely interrupted by a heavy pounce on the bed and Hatter shaking her awake.
Still in a haze of sleep, she only made out half of what he was saying. Something about ash falling from the sky or something like that. With a sigh she gathered up her blankets, unwilling to leave her cocoon of warmth, and followed her boyfriend into the living room.
Hatter hurried to the window and held the curtain back so she could see. In the breaking daylight she could see heavy snowflakes falling into growing piles outside. "Hatter, it's just snow."
"I don't care what you call it, what the hell is it?" He stood at the window with his hands pressed against the glass like a child.
Normally she enjoyed explaining new things to him but at the moment she just wanted to get back to sleep. "Frozen water. It's what happens to rain in winter. Now come back to bed."
Instead of listening to her, he opened the window and tentatively stuck his fingers into the snow on the windowsill. "It's soft but oddly crunchy."
Pulling the blanket tighter around herself, she headed back towards the bedroom. "Yeah, and it will still be there in a few hours. Now let's go back to sleep."
Hatter followed her, all be it reluctantly. "Can we go out in it later?"
Still grumpy from being dragged out of bed so early, her fist thought was to tell him no. They were too old to be playing in the snow and they'd only end up wet and cold, two things she hated. Then the wicked idea came to her that Hatter didn't know what a snowball was. "Sure, honey, I'll show you how to have lots of fun with snow."
