All June ever wanted was to feel.
She was going into winter -
Always, every year
And she never knew what to do with herself.

'Please let me be summer'
Was it odd that she secretly enjoyed the cold?
She would never tell
She prayed for warmth but was forever attached to the bitter sting of rain and numb fingers.

'I want to be loved'
Oh June, don't you know how much they adore you?
Their tears turn into frosted art under your touch
Their stars float like icicles above their heads, waiting to melt in the creamy sun and rush rivers over their world.

Eventually June got her wish.

'Why can't I just feel normal?'
June asked
'Why can't I just be me again?'