Drift

Buon pomeriggio,

Today it snowed. Heavier than ever before. But it was... angellic. I seemed to drift off at every and any given moment - helplessly - hopelessly. The only reality being the people around me, the clouds above me, and the ground beneath me. Though if you'd asked, I'd've probably not noticed it was all there. I seemed to hover about, music playing in my mind, and a story slowly unravelling like a flowing robe of red silk. I have to write a story in English, yet I only have two days, today being the first. Turns out in yesterday's Maths test I came third over all, and was the first girl by miles. That's, well, pleasant... I suppose. Mother would not let me go out for a walk in the heavy snow. I guess that'd be fair, except it's me. The girl who loves the cold waits for snow for years on end and when it comes? She cannot go outside. Yet life goes on. I think.

Lady Solacia x