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.