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Frost
It was cold outside. The air bit at exposed fingers or toes, and especially bit at people’s noses and ears. His hands were dug in his pants pockets. Though they didn’t provide a lot of heat, it kept the biting cold from ripping his fingers off. As he moved down the streets, passed the deserted shops, and passed under dim lighted street lamps, the sound of snow crunching under him was the only sound that could be heard, besides from the howling wind. The night sky didn’t show any of the moon or any stars, only a black canvas. These days reminded him of his childhood. Reminded him of the christmas times where life was so...So joyful. When he didn’t know what life outside his house really was. As he continued down the street, the sound of faint music kept becoming louder and louder. This music made him feel a happiness he hasn’t felt in a while. The music made him go back to the summers of his childhood and the winters. His naive nature as a kid is something he envies today. Growing up was something he was always afraid of but had always thought it would never come. The end of the street opened up into a busy road, with cars always bustling on it. He had reached the end of the street, and walked out onto the sidewalk of the busy road. He continued on down the sidewalk until he could find any side of a crosswalk. Once he had found a crosswalk, he crossed the road and turned left, heading toward his apartment. The walk was a long one, but one with a lot of thought with it. More thoughts of his childhood, and of his future. The Music that was just a whisper in the wind, was becoming louder and louder. The thoughts came back to him again. They could never go away. No matter what, these memories and feelings could never leave him. He didn’t know what the feeling was, but he thought it was a fear of death or disappearance of these memories. He was afraid of losing everything he had learned and everything he had saw and everything he had felt. If everything he felt, saw and learned had vanished in thin air, then what’s the purpose of going on? He felt trapped within a sphere. A sphere he could never leave. It was impossible to leave it. The apartment building crept up on him, and he entered. He slid his hands out from his pockets, and they felt clammy. He climbed the three flights of stairs until he reached a hallway, that had his room. His door read thirty six. The door knob was cold, and once he turned the doorknob, a gust of cold air shot at him. This made him come back into reality. He entered the one room apartment, with one bathroom, and one kitchen. He took off his hat, and tossed it to the side, and headed into the bathroom. He looked himself in the mirror and saw a messy haired blonde kid with dark blue eyes. Bags drooped from his eyes and nose was a light red. He turned the hot handle, and as the water poured out he stared at himself, longingly. Cupping his hands under the running water, and splashed himself in the face. The heat sent shivers through his back and he turned the water off. The music that was playing out on the street had gotten louder and resonated throughout his apartment. The music slowly sent shivers down his spine. A sad feeling rained over him. In death, can I not experience this music anymore? He had thought. Walking into his room, he took off his jacket and shirt, and once at the foot of his bed, he threw his pants off of his body. He slipped into his bed, and pulled the blanket over him. He let the fatigue overtake him and he had descended into a deep sleep. What he dreamt about, he did not know, but he enjoyed it. It somehow made him feel happy and good inside. The sound of a car honking had awoken him. The clock read Ten Thirty Five A.M. He kicked his legs over the side, and pushed himself up to his feet. While stretching he let out a yawn, and looked outside his room’s window. Snow had laid on the sill and a thin layer of frost had covered the outside. Down below, the street was busy with life, and shop signs were lit up. A smile grew across his face.
It was cold outside. The air bit at exposed fingers or toes, and especially bit at people’s noses and ears. His hands were dug in his pants pockets. Though they didn’t provide a lot of heat, it kept the biting cold from ripping his fingers off. As he moved down the streets, passed the deserted shops, and passed under dim lighted street lamps, the sound of snow crunching under him was the only sound that could be heard, besides from the howling wind. The night sky didn’t show any of the moon or any stars, only a black canvas. These days reminded him of his childhood. Reminded him of the christmas times where life was so...So joyful. When he didn’t know what life outside his house really was. As he continued down the street, the sound of faint music kept becoming louder and louder. This music made him feel a happiness he hasn’t felt in a while. The music made him go back to the summers of his childhood and the winters. His naive nature as a kid is something he envies today. Growing up was something he was always afraid of but had always thought it would never come. The end of the street opened up into a busy road, with cars always bustling on it. He had reached the end of the street, and walked out onto the sidewalk of the busy road. He continued on down the sidewalk until he could find any side of a crosswalk. Once he had found a crosswalk, he crossed the road and turned left, heading toward his apartment. The walk was a long one, but one with a lot of thought with it. More thoughts of his childhood, and of his future. The Music that was just a whisper in the wind, was becoming louder and louder. The thoughts came back to him again. They could never go away. No matter what, these memories and feelings could never leave him. He didn’t know what the feeling was, but he thought it was a fear of death or disappearance of these memories. He was afraid of losing everything he had learned and everything he had saw and everything he had felt. If everything he felt, saw and learned had vanished in thin air, then what’s the purpose of going on? He felt trapped within a sphere. A sphere he could never leave. It was impossible to leave it. The apartment building crept up on him, and he entered. He slid his hands out from his pockets, and they felt clammy. He climbed the three flights of stairs until he reached a hallway, that had his room. His door read thirty six. The door knob was cold, and once he turned the doorknob, a gust of cold air shot at him. This made him come back into reality. He entered the one room apartment, with one bathroom, and one kitchen. He took off his hat, and tossed it to the side, and headed into the bathroom. He looked himself in the mirror and saw a messy haired blonde kid with dark blue eyes. Bags drooped from his eyes and nose was a light red. He turned the hot handle, and as the water poured out he stared at himself, longingly. Cupping his hands under the running water, and splashed himself in the face. The heat sent shivers through his back and he turned the water off. The music that was playing out on the street had gotten louder and resonated throughout his apartment. The music slowly sent shivers down his spine. A sad feeling rained over him. In death, can I not experience this music anymore? He had thought. Walking into his room, he took off his jacket and shirt, and once at the foot of his bed, he threw his pants off of his body. He slipped into his bed, and pulled the blanket over him. He let the fatigue overtake him and he had descended into a deep sleep. What he dreamt about, he did not know, but he enjoyed it. It somehow made him feel happy and good inside. The sound of a car honking had awoken him. The clock read Ten Thirty Five A.M. He kicked his legs over the side, and pushed himself up to his feet. While stretching he let out a yawn, and looked outside his room’s window. Snow had laid on the sill and a thin layer of frost had covered the outside. Down below, the street was busy with life, and shop signs were lit up. A smile grew across his face.
