Winter

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Waiting for Satan

This morning I awoke to discover my environment had been murdered by icy white particles from the sky.

1

I’m safe in my room, curled beneath a heavy blanket, holding a cup of instant coffee. I huddle close to my overheating laptop like it’s some futuristic fire. There is a certain serenity in the snow outside my window.

2

Back in middle school, when it snowed, kids would still wear shorts. Their legs never seemed cold. I shivered beneath three layers.

3

In high school, I drove to school on icy roads that made my wheels spin. The icy roads stretched out towards infinity, with sidegaurds so small you wonder why they even put them up. People slid off the road all the time. It was so easy to do.

4

It was the day I was to be confirmed into the Catholic Church. The roads were pure slick and my mother was scared…

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