Tiny and delicate. Feathery white specs float from the cavernous black sky onto my eyelids and tongue. A light shower of powder rests on my outstretched arms. The stars above smile and encourage me to play. A plush, white virgin bed spreads across the street. It’s softer than sand and cool to the touch. Weeks from now, it will be an unwelcome nuisance. Wet slush. Cold and brown. But tonight, it’s peppermint hot chocolate, marshmallows, snug furry boots, cobwebs of tree branches silhouetted against yellow street lights, and a faint hum vibrating through the clean, crisp air, until…silence.
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