A shiver of snow and sky

Snow,

Falling down in it’s its icy waves.

My bare feet crunching over the blanket of white.

In bed I walk through the fields of my room.

grass poking out between the floorboards of my dream.

Brushing my still feet as I continue on my journey.

Delving through the layers of my brain.

Passing through the gateways of my mind.

I pull the covers tighter around my softly freezing skin,

Lying down on my bed of snow I look at the frozen stars.

And everything gets colder.

There are two strips of ice running down my cheeks.

Glistening in the pale light of the winter moon.

I blink them away and try to shut my eyes.

Try to blacken the light.

I want to fall asleep but I can’t.

Not yet.

Not now.

So I wake up instead.