winter

❝ There’s this dream I keep having. Maybe it’s more of a nightmare, but I don’t wake screaming from it.

In the dream, I’m standing outside my house. It’s winter. The world is blue, the snow is high. The lights are all on, glowing warm yellow. Music spills faint from behind the glass.

There’s no door.

I stand there, looking in.

Nobody looks back at me, but they know I’m there. ❞