This is not at all what I was planning on writing. I just couldn’t write what I want to yet.
I just want to be snowed in now. Just let the snow fall til it piles high, past the bottom window panes. Let me stay here til someone feels the need to dig me out. Better yet, let me just lay in the snow banks as the snow falls til I’m completely covered, til I’m so cold that I feel warm. It’s not that cold, not until heading back inside. I think I’d go and do that now if I wasn’t home. If I were somewhere else. If I could find a forest, a plain, a meadow… somewhere away from streets and houses, I would do this again.
I wish there were a bookstore near my house or at least a decent library.
