The "past-midnight-snowman"

Something cheerful for a change. This is the snowman my dad and his gf made in the middle of the night for no other reason than just "because".

Shadows

I got out of my cold bed. The old wooden floor moaned under my feet while I was leaving. I stepped out into the night and took in the freezing air. I just stood there in my nightgown – the snow glittering anyway I looked. Clean, virgin snow like I hadn’t seen for a long time.

I started walking down the street, the snow crunching under my bare feet. It was snowing still. No one would find my footprints in the morning.

But the morning doesn’t matter; it will not come for me. The wind spun round me and I heard the song of the Moon. Just for a moment she showed her face from behind the clouds and the whole was drowned in silver light. After that I continued on my path and slowly walked into the Shadows.

They will find a dead body in the forest, buried in the snow, cold and blue, with icy eyes. But they won’t know that it was never mine, that it was never truly alive and they will mourn someone they never really knew. This body is but a shell and the time has come for me to leave it.

I went into the Shadows.